When I was a little girl I once threw my “My Little Pony” sea-horse in the swimming pool at the hotel where we were lodging. My Father had told me not to throw my sea-horse in the pool because it would probably sink. I however being the ripe old age of six knew that sea-horses could swim and it was simply a matter of showing my Father. So into the deep end of the frigid pool in Idaho I tossed my pink Little Pony sea-horse. I will say she did not float for long. All too soon the chlorinated water filled her insides through the tiny breathing hole on her head, and before I could cry out “sinking sea-horse!” she had entered the nefarious abyss of the deep end, 12 feet under cold water.
Not stopping to note the fact that I had disobeyed my Father I cried out, “Daddy, my sea-horse, she has sunk to the bottom!” My Father had no intentions of getting in the water as it was the time of year that only youngster with too much energy brave hotel pools, yet into the water he dove, returning to the surface with my pink sea-horse with the teal/blue hair. I don’t really remember much of the details after that, I am sure there was some talking and repenting involved.
This story is retold often by my brothers, who were bystanders of the infamous event, which is often followed by laughter and good-humored razing. I am retelling the story to make the point that a Father’s love never changes. Yesterday morning I realized that a ring that in invaluable to me was not on my finger. A short panic ensued and I frantically searched the ledge where I place my ring if I take it off. With no such luck I realized my ring could be anywhere. After thinking through all the places I had been it came down to searching through a dumpster in the inner city where I had helped clean a community center the day before. When I told my Father where I thought it might be, he grabbed a pair of gloves, we jumped in the car and the next thing you know we were dumpster diving for a ring. The ring was found although not in the dumpster, but in a sweatshirt back at my house. My Dad and I laughed and thanked the Lord when we got the news it had been located. He didn’t say that “I owed him” or complain about the messiness of the task we had just done, we just drove back home.
My Father’s love in helping me has not changed from childhood to adulthood, he is every caring, and so our Heavenly Father’s love does not change for us. It is as strong and as vibrant and ever-flowing as it was the first day we accepted his son Jesus into our hearts. Many of us feel that we have done much to tread on the grace and mercy of Christ and we probably have but that does not diminish the power and effectiveness of his love. That love is the same, just as rich and compassionate, just as true as it was when you gave your life to him. Never let the enemy steal the life changing love you have been given, as much as you ran to God then, run to him now, he still will move for you!
Luv Ya!
Babbles
