A stolen quote from my missionary Sister-in-love

This was on her blog and I loved it...for many reasons. Please take the time to read it and be blessed by it.

"Sometimes the Lord just brings things down to my level so I can understand Him.
I have heard a song like that before, it goes:
"He came down to my level, when I couldn't get up to His-
With a strong arm, He lifted me up, to show me what livin' is."
With that stream of consciousness behind us - I want to talk about my husband. You might guess that we are still very much in love, even after being married 16 years. I followed him all the way to Africa, didn't I? Sometimes we even kiss and hug around our children, to their dismay. One of them will turn their head and say to the other, "Okay, let me know when it is over!" (Did you know that it is not acceptable for us to show affection here while out in public? We can't even hold hands.)

The other day I was talking mushy to him saying things like how he leaves a great smell in the bathroom after he showers – and sometimes I wonder that if he were to die suddenly – would I run in there and try to keep that smell somehow - maybe bottle it up! And what would I do with his dirty clothes? Probably never wash them and keep them in the hamper forever like nothing happened. So then I asked him what would he do if I died… maybe put my hair from my hairbrush in a baggie for preservation? He is not as big of a freak as I am and said no, but he consented that my pillow always smells like me and maybe he would donate my hair to Locks of Love out of admiration of my hair. I told him he could cremate me and give me out at my funeral in little sweetly wrapped packages with a ribbon bow that resemble how rice used to be given out to throw at weddings. You know, people could snort me up their nose or add me to their tea and I would always be a part of them forever! (Relax, by then I was just being funny!)

Why am I saying all this to you? As I was in the shower this morning, I started thinking about how the Lord loves us… so much that He actually counts the hairs on our heads! He has that sappy kind of love for his people that I have for my husband! God created us. Our worship to him is like that sweet fragrance- and I think He is sad when it fades away. Let other people say, "Let me know when it is over," because with Him it is never over! It is not 'til death do us part. The good book says, "I am my beloved and He is mine – his banner over me is love."

Maybe today you need to sense His love – well there you go. "