Friday, April 27, 2012

Love of the Father

Almost every school day for the last 13-years, I've made my daughter a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Oh, I've tried to stop, but she has a way of getting her way. As I was making her sandwich this week it struck me that there are only 25 more days of sandwich making for me.

At first I celebrated because I really don't like making lunch so early in the morning. And then I mourned, my baby is graduating. So I did the only thing I could think of doing, I drew a heart in her sandwich. The next day I drew another one. I never told her I did it so it's unlikely that she knows the heart was there.

It made me think how it's that way with God. His love is always there whether we know or recognize it. It is always present in our life. Wrapped up in different ways, in simple things that we overlook all the time. And he loves us whether or not we love him back. His love is perfect, his love is present, his love fills us. We are more at peace if we accept that love, just as she accepts my sandwich each and every day.

1 comment:

  1. i love this so much.

    i carve a word on my daughter's banana when i put them in her lunch and as she sets off for middle school next year, i stopped to wonder if she would ask me to stop doing it.

    i guess i will find other ways to send my love with her if that happens.

    i need to remember that there is a little bit of a love note wrapped up in me every day too.

    thank you.