Through a series of events over the course of a few days, I was unexpectantly blessed and reminded of God’s love expressed in personal ways, as well as through the love of others. I had come across a quote and immediately thought a photo of a bleeding heart would fit perfectly. While out on a road trip to visit a beautiful waterfall with my daughter, the opportunity to capture some bleeding hearts presented itself when we stopped afterward for dinner. The restaurant had a beautiful bed of them along the front of the building, and the sun was in its golden hour… the perfect lighting.
The next day I was asked if I could facilitate our ladies’ Bible study this week since the facilitator/hostess would not be there, and something completely unrelated prepared me to share something not mentioned in the DVD or workbook. I play an online game called Words With Friends, and I often learn new words through it. One such word was raya, which I researched and discovered is one of three Hebrew words for love and means “a friendship or companion kind of love”. It can also mean “wife”. While discussing the study, I was able to relate that the Hebrew word for love in a particular passage paraphrased from Song of Songs 8, was ahava, which is a covenant, committed kind of love, and we can find strength in knowing that God is committed to us.
This morning I awoke with a song on my mind. Although I’d heard it before, the lyrics were unfamiliar to me, because I’d only recently added it as a free download to my music library. I quickly searched for it and listened intently. While it didn’t really fit with how I felt when I woke up, (which was burdened and not with a sense of victory, hope, or solace), I was so blessed by the encouragement and the feeling of love and peace that swept over me at the reminder that God sees even small victories and not just failures.
Later in the morning, a godly friend sent me a message to let me know she’s praying for me, and she included this blessing, “May you feel the tender presence of your Beloved today…” She could not have known how meaningful her message would be, because you see, the third Hebrew word for love is dod, which means “beloved” and is a more intimate type of love. Then this afternoon, I received a card in the mail from another friend letting me know that I am loved. My heavenly Father knew my state of mind, He knew what I needed… and He supplied it in the most personal and loving ways.