Forgotten Love

Have you ever hit your head so hard that you got a concussion?  One of the main things you have to be careful of is taking a nap afterwards because if you fall asleep you may not wake up at all.  As a precaution you actually have to be woken every hour or so.

I can’t tell you when I hit my emotional head last, but I’m pretty sure I've had a concussion for a while and didn’t even know it!  I was looking back at the past writing I had been working on when I started to wake up so to speak.  I had yet again fallen into a dead sleeping stupor.  Finding this misplaced blog was my wake up call.

--Last night and this morning I have been flooded with some very wonderful memories of words that I was given over a year ago.  One of those words echoed in my heart after I read Mark 14:3b-9.  The story is about a woman who gives up a very valuable perfume to pour onto Jesus.  This was the best that she could do to honor Jesus as the King that he was, but to those around her it was like tearing up thousand bucks and throwing it in the wind.  Amazingly enough Jesus very boldly shuts these critics up, by saying that this woman would always be talked about as someone who had done the right thing!!!

In contrast, for the first time I saw that after a very sound rebuke from Jesus about loving money more than God, Judas makes a powerful choice.  He seeks out the leading priests and sells Jesus’ life for a bit of gold.

Two people who seemed to be followers of Jesus, one of which had been traveling with Jesus for three years, but two different actions.  One poured out their best gift…I can almost smell the fragrance trailing behind Jesus as he rides the donkey into town, with the crowds shouting, “Hosanna!” (John12)  The other rushes off to get what he can while the getting is good.

Choosing to be single because you want to serve God with your life is like a costly perfume too.  I have often felt the frowns from those that I love as they say to themselves, “What a waste.  Amanda could be such a great mom, great wife, but instead she refuses to get her life together so she can be married.”  I remember the day that God told me that he saw my sacrifice as a beautiful gift and that HE would rebuke those who were disparaging my offering of love.--

The promises of God’s love for me is something that I too often forget.  I seem to get rapped up in how strange I feel, how little I fit in, and lost in the swirling words of other's disapproval and judgment.  Reading this almost posted blog was just what I needed to refresh my mind and bring my life back into focus.