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We Are His Daughters: When True Love Stoops

When my littlest girl was small, she often hid behind her dresser on the days when life was unraveling.

Tucked in the corner of her room where nobody could see her, she’d cry quiet tears or wail in frustration.

And more than once, her exasperated and exhausted mommy would crawl over mounds of toys and misplaced pillows and flatten herself against the dusty purple wall in order to hunch beside her downtrodden daughter.

I had no idea, of course, that those moments shared behind that scratched-up dresser were God’s ingenious way of teaching us both about the very best kind of love.

The kind of Love that we celebrate at Christmas time.

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I’m over at We Are His Daughters telling a tale about hiding behind dressers and setting up our tiny nativity scene and re-discovering something we know but can so easily forget in the midst of the holiday flurry–

The BIGGEST love of all is LOVE that stoops.

Hope you’ll join me there and together we’ll celebrate the BIG gift of LOVE that becomes small.

 

 

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3 thoughts on “We Are His Daughters: When True Love Stoops

  1. The most meaningful love is humble and simple.

    December 8, 2015 at 7:38 pm
  2. This…THIS is just the most precious thing I have read in a long time. You making yourself small for your wee one and Jesus making Himself small for us. I have shared on Google+ (and plan to do the same on Facebook) and really just want everyone to read these touching words pointing us to Jesus and the Love, made small, that came down at Christmas. Love your heart!

    December 10, 2015 at 1:22 pm
  3. Alicia,
    As I pictured you climbing over whatever you needed to climb over to get to your precious sensitive one I saw Him clearly. There is no obstacles to Him. One day I was leaving my daughter with our neighbor as I ran a small errand. As I walked to my car I heard clearly, “Go back.” And when I did I saw my little three year old crumpled up in tears.

    “What’s wrong I whispered to her?”

    “I waannnted to give youuuuu a hug,” she whimpered.

    “Oh I would LOVE a hug,” I responded, taking her into my arms.

    And once she received the comfort my arms were made to give her, she skipped off.

    I walked to my car and once again I heard God speaking. “That was you,” he said clearly, “but no one came back.”

    I thank God for my sensitive children who help me better understand the way God knit me together with fragile threads.

    December 15, 2015 at 7:05 am

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