My First Love
This is the second post I've written today. The first is finished. And it ministered powerfully---to me.
I realized as I was writing it that it couldn't be shared. It was just a conversation between me and the God who loves me.
And it was beautifully refreshing.
I'm beginning to understand that when I'm processing something and I seek to "talk it out" too early with a friend, my spouse, or even on a blog post, I can tend to cut short the finished work.
We all need sounding boards (especially women!), but what happens when I do not allow Jesus to be the first to hear and to speak? What do I miss by rushing to the input of the world instead of first sitting at His feet?
Yes, I have people who listen and listen well. They exhort me and edify me, often reminding me of God's truths when I have trouble remembering. I hold on to them in gratefulness.
But, I do have a first love.
And He has a cup of coffee, sweetened just the way I like it sitting beside Him at His table.
I'm fairly certain it's my dream house table, a shabby farmhouse type with some vintage linens and plateware.
And I have a chair waiting for me right beside Him.
My first love.
My love whose eyes light up when I take a seat and put my hand in His.