I think that if you asked a hundred people that question, you would a variety of answers.
To some, love is giddy, joy, happiness, romance, relationships, marriage, fun times, memorable moments.
There’s love for mates, spouses, a child, parents, grandparents, grandchildren, family, friends, Church family.
There’s even love for animals lovers, the dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, fish, even a horse somebody rides.
There’s a love of hobbies: gardening, reading, shopping, crafts, hiking, fishing, hunting, Nascar, baseball, football.
There’s a love of some professions, they love their job, it fits them, and they take joy in it, it makes them happy.
There’s a love for food, everybody seems to have their favorites, and they love it, for me its caramel frappes.
There’s love for nature: some love the mountains, some flowers, some the beach, some the desert, or the rivers.
There’s a love for music; some it’s country, or rock, or gospel, or jazz, or classical, or rap or pop, maybe easy listening,
There are so many answers to the question, “What is Love?”
But for today, on this Valentines Day, I’m going to describe love from two points of view.
My view of love is caring for someone so much that you think of them several times a day, you smile when you see them pulling up at home, you do little things for them, “just because.”
You rejoice with them when they are happy, and you hurt with them when they are sad, or having a tough time.
You love them just as they are, no you may not like everything about them, but you simply love them as is.
You see them at their best and see them at their worst, yet you so very much still love them.
You enjoy their company, holding hands, walks together, sharing things together, or just simply sitting together talking, or maybe not saying anything at all, just simply being together, content as can be.
Love is trust and respect for one another; kindness and compromise; affection and laughter.
Love is hanging on through the hard times as well as the good times.
Love is helping when they are sick, in any and every way possible to help them feel better.
Love is being true, honest and faithful, putting them first above others.
To me, that is some of the attributes of love.
But the best way to describe love is from God’s point of view, after all, He is the creator of love.
He loved us so much that He offered His only Son, Jesus Christ on a cross, for us to have salvation.
God says we are to love Him, and we are to love others as we love ourselves.
And to quote the verses on love, I always go to the Holy Bible, I Corinthians Chapter 13, verses 4 – 8.
Verse 4 – Love suffereth long and is kind, love envieth not, love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.
Verse 5 – Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil.
Verse 6 – Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth.
Verse 7 – Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Verse 8 – Love never faileth!
I hope you have a wonderful Valentines Day, and I hope that all the love that is shown today is true and wonderful.
But my real hope and prayer is that it doesn’t end today, but we practice it every day with everybody.
I want to tell yall a short story about this title, to help you understand why it means so much to me.
You see, I’m the office manager at a trucking company. And well truck drivers are just people like everybody else.
And I have learned you can’t judge a book by its cover, andmore importantly you can’t know a person’s heart, by the way, they look on the outside.
We had a truck driver many years ago, he was an older guy, talked loud, smoked a really smelly pipe all the time, wore jeans, black leather vest, cowboy boots and a wallet with a chain attached.
He drove for us for quite some time, I always thought he had a biker outlaw image and could stretch the truth like a rubber band.
You never knew what was true and what wasn’t, most of the time it was the latter.
But anyway, he was the last person, I would have ever thought would do this.
But one afternoon, after he got in for a trip, he said…. ” Hey Christine, I got something for ya, when I saw it I thought of you.”
I had no idea what to expect.
Ron was a unique person, to put it mildly.
But to my surprise it was this beautiful poem, framed, that brought tears when I read it.
I brought it home and hung it on the wall, I still read it often, and yes it brings kind thoughts of a tough image man, that seemed to have a tender heart tucked away inside under all that tough exterior image.
I don’t know the author, I wish I did so I could recognize him here and tell him what a beautiful true story he or she had written.
I hope it touches your heart as well.
“Heaven’s Grocery Store”
I was walking down life’s highway a long time ago,
One day I saw a sign that said “Heaven’s Grocery Store.”
As I got a little closer the door came open wide,
And when I came to myself, I was standing inside.
I saw a host of angels, they were standing everywhere,
One handed me a basket, and said: “Child, shop with care.”
Everything a Christian needed was in that grocery store,
And all you couldn’t carry, you could come back for more.
First I got some Patience, Love was in the same row,
Farther down was Understanding, you need that everywhere you go.
I got a box or two of Wisdom, a bag or two of Faith,
I just couldn’t miss the Holy Ghost, for it was all over the place.
I stopped to get some Strength and Courage to help me run this race,
I didn’t forget Salvation, for Salvation that was free.
So I tried to get enough to save both you and me.
Then I started up to the counter to pay my grocery bill,
For I thought I had everything to do my Master’s will.
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and I had to put that in,
For I knew when I stepped outside, I would run right into sin.
Peace and Joy were plentiful, they were near the last shelf,
Songs and Praises were hanging, so I just helped myself.
Then I said to the angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
He just smiled and said, “Just take them everywhere you go.”
Again I smiled and said to him, “How much do I really owe?”
He smiled again and said, “My child, Jesus paid your bill a long time ago!”
I’ve had the blessing through the years of knowing so many Godly women.
There are a few that really meant the world to me.
Pull up a chair, get comfy and let me tell you about these three amazing women that have touched my life in such a wonderful way, and of course, there are many others because of their faithful love for our Father God.
The first dear sweet lady was Mrs. Bramlett, if you have read the blog ” Those ol Mom and Pop Places., you will know exactly who I am talking about.
Mrs. Bramlett was simply a pure sweet God fearing lady. She never had an unkind word aboutanything or anybody.
She loved the Lord, loved people, and read the Bible daily. I so loved her.
I worked at their little cafe for a bit, and in the afternoon when times slowed down we would have a glass of tea and Bible study time. I learned so much from her.
But, what really touched my heart was when Mr. Bramlett passed away, she stood there in the funeral home, and I never saw her shed a tear. They were a dear couple that was married for over 50 years, and she said: ” It was all okay, she knew he was with the Lord, and she had peace beyond measure knowing he was with God.”
She was indeed a very precious, kind, caring woman that always had a smile for everyone and God in the center of her world.
I so love and miss her!
The next dear lady that I want to tell you about was a precious soul that everybody called Mammaw Pearson. She was my first husbands Mammaw, but more importantly she was a true saint.
She read her Bible always, knew it cover to cover, walked the walk and never ever had a bad thought about anybody. She was a dainty little soul, with a sheepish smile and such a soft voice. She taught me so very much about God’s word and loving others.
I can remember one of the many family get-togethers, and how everybody was invited, even those that were once married, they all were still family to her always.
But what I remember most about Mammaw Pearson was when the kids and I spent a few days with her while Pappaw was in the hospital. Mammaw would kneel down every night with us by the bed for bedtime prayers.
She was a joyful, sweet kind soul that everybody loved so dearly.
Oh how I love and miss her.
The last lady I want to talk about was a dear sweet lady that I knew in the work world. She worked at the office across the street from mine. I would go over often for various work reasons.
A very precious soul that I called Ms. Janet worked there. She was a true sincere kind woman.
She always had a smile, and lunches with her were always so enjoyable. We would talk about our families, Church and the Bible.
She so loved God and lived it. I never heard her say an unkind word about anybody.
Even later when she got cancer, I never once heard her complain. “Its in Gods hands.” Her faith and prayers, and the prayers of so many others helped her through tough times with the cancer and treatments.
The cancer eventually won and she went home to be with the Lord.
But oh how I miss her and that smile she had every day, no matter what was going on in her life.
I loved and greatly respected Ms. Janet, she was a true Saint!
I feel I have been so very blessed in my life with Godly women throughout my life.
From Grandmas, to neighbors, to Mammaw and my first Mother in law.
All the precious souls at Shiloh where I went for years to Cloverleaf where I go now.
All the precious women I’ve worked with through the years, and befriended.
God has truly blessed me with Godly women, mentors, prayer partners and friends.
I am so very grateful to the Lord up above for placing each dear precious soul in my life.
My prayer is that I will be thought of as a Godly woman just as all of these precious women are and were and that someday I can be that same Godly soul touching other women’s hearts!
Please allow me to tell you, pull up a chair, relax and just simply read on, stopping to let it soak in.
You see being a prayer warrior, is quite simple.
It is a person, either man or woman, that has heard about God and His ultimate sacrifice of His Son on the cross, for our sins.
They have listened and believed upon the Lord God Almighty and accepted His free gift of Salvation.
A prayer warrior is a person that wants to always be in communication with and near God.
A person that wants to talk with Him first thing every morning, before they even start their day.
They can’t wait to tell their Lord and Saviour Good Morning Father, with such love and adoration.
They are full of compassion and deeply care for all those around them.
Sharing in people’s hurts, joys, concerns, tragedies, triumphs and always, always bathing them with prayer.
They truly care for others they don’t even know and won’t even meet upon this earth, yet they know they hurt and struggle too, and pray for them.
A true prayer warrior has peace about them, that only God can give them.
They have such a willingness to mind the Lord, to follow His gentle promptings.
No matter what He may ask of them, they know God only has their best interest at heart.
And they are generally eager to be about God’s work of praying for and helping others.
Are they perfect people?
Goodness no, none of us ever are; but they keep their eyes fixed on Jesus and eternity with Him one day.
Did they accept God one day and immediately become a prayer warrior right then?
Goodness no, each and every person starts their new walk with the Lord ever so gently, learning a little more each day.
How do they learn each day?
By reading His word, not just rushing through a chapter that turns out to be just a bunch of words on paper, that you can’t even remember three minutes later,
But truly reading and studying, digging deep through the scriptures, learning them slowly, asking others and God and seeking answers.
Do you know that when you first start reading, some of it may seem a little difficult for you in places, but God….. He loves you dearly, and if you ask Him for wisdom and understanding; He will give it to you to help you understand.
Another way to learn about your walk with God and His scripture is to search out people in your community and your Church that truly know the Lord and walk that walk. They will be able to guide you and help you so very much.
Please don’t ever think you are bothering a person, those that love the Lord are always anxious to help others grow in their walk with God and your prayer life.
Prayer, so many people think they do not know how to pray.
That’s so sad and more importantly untrue.
If you can open your mouth to speak, or if you can think, you can pray.
So many people stand and make these long drawn out prayers, sometimes I think for show more than the desire to truly talk with God.
But all it takes is just simply talking to Him like you would your best friend because that’s what He longs to be for you; your Saviour, Father and best Friend.
Your prayer as you start out praying may be as simple as… “Lord, thank You for saving me.”
Maybe it will be a cry for help, “Lord please help me.” or “God, teach me how to pray.”
Prayers types and words are just as numerous as the people in this world.
There is no right or wrong way, it is simply you finding your own words that you wish to say to God.
And just like anything else you do often, the more you talk to God, the easier it becomes.
You will even get to the point where you just want to sit quietly and listen for His voice.
No, people do not generally hear an audible voice, but you feel His presence and that sweet gentle Spirit inside leading you, nudging you, guiding you on the path He has planned for you.
And in time, as you study His Word, and continue praying more and more, you will have such a desire for Jesus, that everything else will take other places in your life.
God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, His Word and praying to Him, will feel your every waking thought throughout the days.
You will find yourself praying for a person you meet in a store, a man you pass walking down the road, that teacher that you heard was struggling with a difficult group of students, a doctor report of a friend, your neighbor, your friends, your family, your Church, the leaders of our countries, the poor, the sick, the homeless, the lost.
The lists become endless. And no, it is not a chore, it is a special privilege that you want to do.
You simply pray because you want to, you feel led to, your heart just grows bigger and bigger with each passing day for all those around you in your own neighborhood, to people and situations everywhere.
And my dear friends, sisters,and brothers in Christ; that is what makes a prayer warrior.
As I sit here writing this, my heart is filled with the happiness of knowing two different women from two different Churches that I have called home through the years; that were and are serious prayer warriors.
When I was at Shiloh, where I raised my children, my dearest friend, Wanda, was that prayer warrior, she prayed and it seemed as if the room filled with Gods presence. You could always just feel the peace she carried with her from the Lord; no matter what.
Cloverleaf, my home Church for the past few years, and I hope forevermore is a praying Church.
But one dear lady, in particular, stands out amongst the rest. Ms. Faye, oh how she loves the Lord, you can just feel her love for Him, in her songs, in the service, in fellowship. She most certainly has that sweet sweet Spirit emanating from her, every single moment.
I long to be that prayer warrior, where I pray on behalf of each and every person I know and don’t know. For our country, our world, the lost, the homeless, the sick and those that have lost loved ones, and on and on.
Prayers that bring you to your knees with tears as big as raindrops for those on your heart, trusting and knowing, without a doubt our Father has heard my prayer and is working on each and every prayer request with utmost care and concern.
Am I there yet, I’m well on my way, but I truly believe we all can grow deeper and deeper in our prayer life until we have taken our last breath here on earth.