The words exclaimed; “my best friend- a man I admire, respect, and love more than anyone else in the world.”
And at first glance, in a foul mood, one could simply brush away the card as though written for someone else because the words were written by someone else. All she did is purchase it and sign her name to it; adding the gratuitous; “I love you!”
And yet, for her, it was as though someone wrote down what she was thinking or how she felt. And so she bought the card; as she has done so many times over the past thirty five years.
I knew that she had admired, respected, and loved her dad very much when he was alive; very much!
And so I asked her. And she replied; “Yes”. Although she had not written the card, she had spent a fair amount of time hand selecting, pondering, and searching through a multiplicity of cards looking for one that would express her heart.
This was her thoughts. This was her heart expressed so very clearly. This was what she wanted him to read and to hear and to feel as she poured out her love to him.
A simple card to let her young lover know that there is no one else who she loves so very much.
A simple card to let her young lover know that there is someone who loves him when he can’t even love himself.
A simple card that will be kept long beyond the day of celebration.
A simple card.
“But when the time arrived that was set by God the Father, God sent His Son, born among us of a woman, born under the conditions of the law so that He might redeem those of us who have been kidnapped by the law. Thus we have been set free to experience our rightful heritage. You can tell for sure that you are now fully adopted as His own children because God sent the Spirit of His Son into our lives crying out, “Papa! Father!” Doesn’t that privilege of intimate conversation with God make it plain that you are not a slave, but a child? And if you are a child, you’re also an heir, with complete access to the inheritance.” (Galatians 4:4-7 MSG)
The Message (MSG)
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