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The Love of the Father

IMG_0796Carl and Bee are resting peacefully in front of the fire. Their smashed faces that mark French Bull dogs almost touch. Bee begins to wheeze due to the dry heat and Carl stirs. His head tilts to the side so that he can catch a glimpse of his companion, checking to see if she is okay. Could this be some hint of love?

A couple of nights ago, my three month old grandson spent the night. My husband retreated upstairs with our two year old grandson so that they could sleep peacefully. Evan and I camped out downstairs. I prepared a bottle and placed it in the refrigerator and made my way to the bedroom. As I began to get ready for bed, Evan began to whimper and I knew that the sleep that I desired would have to be delayed. The whimper turned into a loud cry that demanded my attention. For over an hour I cradled my grandson in my arms, knowing that he was in pain. Pain that I couldn’t do anything about. Finally, after exhaustion racked his precious body, he fell into a deep sleep. Could this be a hint of love?

Thirty-six years of marriage. Thirty-six years of waking up together. Thirty-six years of eating dinner at the same table. Thirty-six years of working through obstacles that could have become boulders. Thirty-six years of laughter and tears. Could this be a hint of love?

If these are just hints of love, what does pure love look like?

It looks like a son and a father living in perfect unity for eternity. It looks like a decision that was made for the son to leave with the possibility of never returning. It looks like a man choosing not to sin every day of his life. It looks like a son on his knees, alone, pleading with his father for another way. The thought of being separated for one minute so excruciating that sweat flowed like blood. It looks like a back torn to shreds by a whip with embedded lead balls and pieces of bone. It looks like hands and feet nailed to a cross. It looks like three days of hell.

Why would anyone make the decisions that Jesus made? There is only one answer. Love. Pure unadulterated love for you and for me.

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

3 thoughts on “The Love of the Father

  1. OH HE LOVES US SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! We, I, don’t understand, but, I believe in this LOVE. What seems impossible for man IS Possible for GOD! Thank you Cora

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