I want to prepare a piping hot meal for a man. Not just any man.
Is He?
He is a man after God’s own heart.
Not
Money
Fame
Or recognition
Purely
Seeking
Journeying
Combing the surface
Looking
Searching
Seeking
Pilgriming
For God’s Kingdom.
This man is mine for a season. A gift unreplaceable. He is tired. He is weary. And I understand his voyage. The journey. I am his friend. I was built to love him. I cook him hot meals and serve him my love. While he rests his weary head on my chest, I absorb each tear and turn each one into nourishment that quenches his dry places. He is, I am, we are.
Love.
We recognize one another because it’s our Father who brought us together.