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Saturday, March 5, 2011

Day 20: I love you

Pretty powerful words - "I love you". I doubt if a day goes by when my wife and I don't say those words to each other.  And every time we speak with our grown kids, we tell them we love them. Every time I see Millie the Wonder-Dog, I tell her I love her.
Here is what occurred to me today - My wife knew 35 years ago that I loved her. After all, I told her so. How stupid it would be for me have never spoken those words to her again- because after all, didn't I tell her I loved her in 1976? Those words are food for her soul. She like to hear me say those words. My kids like me to say those words. My dog likes it when I say those word. And they NEVER get tired of hearing me say I love them.
About 15 years ago, I took a trip to Russia to play a series of concerts and to work in some orphanages. I was going to be gone for about two weeks. I arranged with a local florist to send my wife a bouquet of flowers every day that I was gone. So even though I was not able to call her during my time away, I managed to tell her I loved her through a stranger with some flowers.
So as I just finished reading my blog posts (nineteen of them!), I realized how often God has affirmed to me that I am doing what He wants and that He loves me through students, parents, colleagues,my family and even complete strangers. You see - I can't see God... physically. But He still manages to communicate to me His love for me... kind of like the way I did with my wife way back when I was in Russia. And the message is ever the same..."Paige - I love you. I love it when you play guitar. I love it when you teach. I love how you connect with kids." Every time a parent or a student or a stranger tells me any of these things, it's like that florist showing up with a bouquet of flowers at my wife's classroom. A complete stranger being used to communicate my love to my wife.
The message never gets old. The words never fail to encourage.
I love you.
Pretty powerful stuff.
Mr G

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