Lesson of Love under 4 ft....

Club day, the first House of Faith club back in the new school year. The weather's perfect. I pull up, walk into that yard and a shrill voice screams Sara and I remember what love is.....

Oh how I missed the Belaire House of Faith club kids, or as I refer to them, my kids. I cried the last time I saw them in may and haven't stopped thinking about them all summer, I couldn't wait for this day to come. Then there it is, one runs up and I’m on my knees wrapping them in a hug, then it's 6 and they're all over me and knocking me down but nothing could make me happier, in fact I couldn't hug them all tight enough. Their eyes where shining with laughter, probably more because they're happy the school day is over and it's funny that they knocked me over, more then because they are happy to see me, but I could have cared less. I just wanted them with me.

Looking back on it it makes me think. I know every one of their names, I know the color of their eyes, the position of the scars on their faces, how to make them laugh when they're sad or got hurt and how their little personalities work. I can tell you what funny things they said the first day they were there and how they've changed over the years I’ve known them. Them, well a lot of them who've been coming for at least a year so far had to be reminded of my name (especially on the male side of things) lol but I could have cared less, they could have called me betty for all I cared I just wanted to love them, talk to them, laugh and play with them. I was reminded of how my Lord loves me, He doesn't care how many times He has to remind me of His name. How many times He has to teach me the same lesson over and over. He doesn't care if I can't pay attention long enough to know the answer. He just wants to be near me, see my face, watch my eyes laugh. He wants to tickle and hold me and teach me about Himself. He wants me to run across the yard arms wind open and sling myself at Him with reckless abandon even if I haven't a clue in the world what His name is. He wants me to be able to jump into His arms without shame or apprehension simply because I remember He loved me. That is all that mattes. It was all the mattered when little Matthew who, even though he has known me for two years still has to ask "now what’s your name again," ran halfway across the yard in socked feat and slung himself at me and wrapped his little arms tight as he could around my neck because no matter what, that boy knows I love him.

And what is my love compared to the love He has for us....

They’re all under four feet tall but they teach me more about what it’s like to truly be loved and love the Father then anyone else could. I’ve never loved like I love these kids, that may sound put on, and I’m sorry if it does, but it’s so very true. I can’t wait til next Thursday!