Dependable, strong, steady, unselfish: these are words that describe your heavenly Father’s love for you. No man or woman on earth can promise you that kind of unconditional love. Maybe you are discouraged today or even heartbroken. Who can I trust? Why does this keep happening to me? Have you felt disappointment in those you have loved time after time?
All the love relationships on this planet have weak spots . . . spots that need forgiving and forgetting. Our relationships have weaknesses because of the human factor. Even if the person on the other side is fabulously perfect in upholding their part of the relationship, our part is soft and changeable because we are human. We all know that romantic love has uncertainty to it. The beginning stages of blossoming love have us wondering, Does he love me? At the altar we promise “until death do us part,” but will they hold up their end of the bargain? When the years go by and the challenges of life come, will they stay? Will they still faithfully love you? Will you still faithfully love them?
It’s not just romantic love that can often fall short. The love of a parent for a child seems to be unconditional, but even in our greatest efforts, we often injure feelings or make decisions that are selfish on our part. How about the adult children that have left home? I adore my Dad and want to spend more time with him, yet the days fly by and the intended Daddy/daughter conversations haven’t been shared nor coffee drunk. Yes, the love of a parent will sometimes disappoint, and the love of a grown child for the parent often hides amid the busyness of life and responsibilities. Sometimes our hearts ache as our friendships change and our homes feel empty as we grieve the loss of our dear pets.
We love the best we can and hope to be loved in return, but no human can fully satisfy. Aren’t you glad that God is not human and His love is unfathomable and unshakeable? He is love Himself—our sure tower and our ever-present help in time of need. This wonderful love resides in us and reaches out to others.
I can remember being a school-aged kid and finding flowers with petals. My friends and I would take turns pulling off the individual petals one by one. Each flower was different. Some boasted an odd number of foliage and others an even amount, which made the outcome of the game unique from the day before. In the hot Florida heat, we would yank the first petal and declare, “He loves me.” The next pull of a petal was accompanied with the words, “He loves me not.” As the third petal was removed, we would picture some cute boy in our class and smile as we chanted, “He loves me!” Our feelings of victory were quickly replaced with disappointment that maybe that same boy “loves me not.” At the end of the game, we stood on the playground holding our skinny, green stem that had been pillaged of all color, either happy that our future romance was sealed or bummed that it just wasn’t meant to be.
No matter what you encounter and no matter what your feelings tell you, with each pull of the petals of your flower called Today, those petals declare: He loves me . . . He loves me . . . He loves me.