i want to share with you all in this season of giving something that was revealed to me some time ago by someone more precious than life itself...
my creator said, "have I ever left you wanting? have I ever denied you?" I wanted to scream "yes!" with a skeletons hunger, but alas, I could not muster the strength. my heart faltered and my lips failed to summon the words. the message of my creator now rang throughout my hollowed body as if I had become the bell for whom I tolled. and again my creator said, "would I ever deny my love that which it seeks?" a pitiful sound dribbled from my mouth then with only a semblance to the word "no". the time had come for me to stop questioning my creator, and to understand what it meant to be loved. at that moment I understood that it was I who did not give, and it was I who did not love. my creator revealed itself through all that is, I had just chosen to see and love that which flattered me. my creator is the air I breath, and the act of breathing is its love for me. my creator is the child who cries for milk in the night, and the act of rising to feed her is its love. to many these things might seem a burden, or a chore. but to those who act not out of duty, but out of love, life's ultimate reward is granted. if you do not believe, ask the mother whose greatest joy is to hold her child and watch her drink. and so, my creator said, "make life not a burden, but a lover, so that you may rejoice in all its demands."
my creator said, "have I ever left you wanting? have I ever denied you?" I wanted to scream "yes!" with a skeletons hunger, but alas, I could not muster the strength. my heart faltered and my lips failed to summon the words. the message of my creator now rang throughout my hollowed body as if I had become the bell for whom I tolled. and again my creator said, "would I ever deny my love that which it seeks?" a pitiful sound dribbled from my mouth then with only a semblance to the word "no". the time had come for me to stop questioning my creator, and to understand what it meant to be loved. at that moment I understood that it was I who did not give, and it was I who did not love. my creator revealed itself through all that is, I had just chosen to see and love that which flattered me. my creator is the air I breath, and the act of breathing is its love for me. my creator is the child who cries for milk in the night, and the act of rising to feed her is its love. to many these things might seem a burden, or a chore. but to those who act not out of duty, but out of love, life's ultimate reward is granted. if you do not believe, ask the mother whose greatest joy is to hold her child and watch her drink. and so, my creator said, "make life not a burden, but a lover, so that you may rejoice in all its demands."