The Softness of Love
10 July 2013
Tuesday morning I was awakened to a song titled "the softness of love" on the music channel we fall asleep to. It was a soft lilting tune the had a spirit of love and peace about it. As I was laying there next to my sleeping wife I found myself gently and lovingly stroking and caressing her back and arms and occasionally stroking her hair. It wasn't a sexual thing but an expression of my love for her. Daddy started to open my eyes to a seldom spoke of facet of His Love.
Memories started flooding my memories of the countless times He had held me close and gently caressed my spirit. My soul has been saturated with whispers of his unconditional love. I have a heart that has been flooded with His kisses of care and love. I have felt the might and strength in His arms as He has lifted me to His bosom. I have been and continued to be filled with the countless expressions of His Love.
King David, as the psalmist, wrote of His own experiences in Psalm 131 of being as a weaned child quieted at his mother's breast. He had been drawn intimately close to his Source of Life, his nourishment and his security. He had been drawn intimately close to Father and Creator and it was a life transforming experience. He found his true identity and a God inspired boldness to press on and fulfill his destiny. Moses understood and spent countless time in the Tent of Meeting with His God, quiet and set apart from the camp with all it's distractions and turmoil.
On a infinitesimally smaller scale my grandson Tristan and I share that special kind of relationship. His first mission each morning is to find Nana and jump into my open waiting arms full of hugs and kisses. He knows Nana is always ready to spend quality and undistracted time with him. Sometimes I follow behind quietly and observantly while he is exploring his expanding world. Watching closely without smothering him with needless restrictions and warnings. Daddy is the same way with us waiting ready to engage us wherever we are and quick to embrace us in His arms of Love when we run to Him.
Myralee woke up at some point but just laid quit and still drinking in the intimacy of the moment. She was immersed in the softness of the love I was expressing. When she finally started stirring she declared that she had never felt so intimately and completely loved. Our Father, Our Creator desires to take us to the same kind of place in our spirits. There is a place in God where the only thing that fills our hearts is His overwhelming Love for us and our response becomes real and alive. No longer will we be dictated by our schedules, religious doctrines or that false guilt of failure. Your life will become a natural reflection of His Love for you. You will find yourself measuring your steps and your life choices next to Heart that has poured out Love boundlessly in your life. David understood the critical importance that need to run often into the Arms of God.
Paul wrote "To pray without ceasing" and I personally believe what he meant was to abide always in His Presence in such a way that your every thought becomes an unspoken conversation with the Father and an opportunity to view Daddy's viewpoint in each situation. We don't need words nearly as much as we do need to have spirits sensitive and attentive to the whispers of His Heart. We were made in God's image- a spirit and then He set it within these temporal earthly vessels. I truly believe we need to change our priorities and focus more on the most precious and vital relationship in each of our lives. We need to abide in Him and drink freely of the gentleness and softness of His boundless and unconditional love.
In that day our lives will become "a sign and a wonder" to a dying world. In our daily lives we will live out Jesus prophetic word that we would do things He did and more for it will flow freely from us in such a way that the world will definitely see but their praise will go to Our Father and there will be a great flood as broken and battered brothers and sisters start coming home. We won't struggle to perform but will just be ourselves-Daddy's sons and daughters!
Charlena Marie Andrews-Hayes
