I recently received one of those "friend survey" emails. You know, the kind where you answer a bunch of random questions about yourself and send it to all your friends, including the person that sent it to you. (Just for the record, I don't usually do those, so if you forward one to me, don't take offense if I don't complete it. ) Since this was sent to me by a new friend I just met at Bible Study and since everyone else on the list were other ladies from the small group, I thought it might be a good way to get to know random tidbits about each other, like favorite ice-cream, number of pets, regular bedtime, etc.
There were a few "deeper" questions on the survey.
Q3: What are you most afraid of?
Q10: Love someone so much it made you cry?
Q33: What do you want to do before you die?
My answer to Q10 was yes, but since I sent the survey off two days ago, I have been thinking more about the depth of that question. My quick response was in regards to being a wife and mother. I have cried many times because of the overwhelming love I have for my husband, Joshua, and son, Caleb. The amazing joy these two have brought to my life is inexpressible. Sometimes, tears are the only words that come close to capturing it.
But, as I started pondering the question, I began thinking of other loves that have brought me to tears.
The deepest and most intense love, the one that most often brings me to tears, especially in prayer or in worship, is my love for Christ. Or rather, I should say, His love for me! (We love Him because He first loved us. I John 4:19) Not that tears of love are a prerequisite for true faith, but I do imagine that every true Christian has had a heart so full of love for Christ that tears were the only possible release!
Just this weekend, I learned of a difficult situation some very dear friends are facing. I have mentioned the Davis family before, when Eric was in the hospital just before Christmas. Unexpectedly, he collapsed again just a few days ago, suffered multiple cardiac arrests and is now in critical condition. When I heard the news, tears of love poured forth. I love this family, even though I do not get to see them often. My love for them caused me to feel their burden as if it were my own. Sometimes the tears of love are painful.
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Yes.
And, when we were rushing up Hwy. 101 to pick you guys up at SFO at Christmas, I was so excited to see you that my eyes were welling up. I kept looking at the sky to see if I could see your plane coming in for a landing.
In that moment, I thought, "Lord, if I am this ecstatic with anticipation to see them, how much more does my soul watch for you!?" I recalled that Scripture, "looking for and hastening the day of the Lord's return..." II Peter 3:12
You're right, Bec. All of our corporeal loves are a fragment compared with our love for Christ.
Lord, haste the day!
Yes. Sometimes only tears will do.
Bec, thanks for sharing this post that was an insight into your heart and also an update on the friends you love so much. I'm sorry to read about the current unfolding of events with the Davis family and will be praying for them.
We are also praying for them. Jaime and I are going to stop by and take the kids cookies this week.
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