He warms me up. Whenever I get cold, he is there. In church, he will place his two hands over mine, to warm up my cold fingers.
He will pull me close, to put his arm around me.
He will cover me with blankets.
And yes, sometimes, he will even let me rule the thermostat – and turn up the heat for me.
That’s my man. That’s love.
It’s a gift, I’m so thankful to receive.
When I’m going through a tough time – whether it’s a trial, challenge, or personal hurts. He warms me up.
He places people in my life to encourage me.
He puts peace in my heart and gives me strength, when I have none of my own.
He wraps His arms around me. And when I find coldness out THERE in the world, He puts warmth in my heart.
That’s my God. That’s love.
A gift that is priceless. Always arriving right on time.
I’m so blessed, and so thankful. I’m thankful I’m loved enough, to be taken care of. It doesn’t mean I am weak, or helpless.
It simply means I am cared for and loved greatly.
What a feeling. What knowing of that, does for a life.
I wish that knowing for all of us.