Anna’s Candles: Love Warms You Through
Potato peels
sat in the sink. A big silver pot brimming with water and already sliced
potatoes bubbled on the stove. The earthly starches filled the kitchen with
warming comfort.
SCReeeeetch! BAM! Thud…thud…thud…
SCReeeetch! BAM! Thud…thud…thud…
Mama stilled
her hand, the blade of the knife she held barely sinking underneath the brown
skin of another potato.
“What on
earth?”
Mama had
sent Anna up for her afternoon nap. The child was clearly not asleep…
SCReeeeetch! BAM! Thud…thud…thud…
Mama wiped
her hands on a dish towel as she traversed the stairs and came to the threshold
of her daughter’s door. The door swung easily on squeaky hinges as Mama pushed
her way in peering at the site beneath its frame in wonder.
“Anna Marie
Sullivan, what do you think you are doing?”
The child
didn’t even flinch in fear, but kept her persistent tugging on the beautiful
two storied dollhouse her Grandfather had made for her. Red faced and sweating,
with her eyes scrunched as her tiny muscles strained, “I…am…trying to…move my…dollhouse,
Mama!”
“Why, may I
ask are you doing this when you should be sleeping?”
Anna stopped
her tugging and looked at her Mama. Tears spilled over speckled cheeks as her
lip trembled. The tears and tremors soon became wails and uncontrollable sobs.
Mama walked
over and scooped Anna in her arms soothing the child with a back rub and
feathered kisses along her sweaty brow. She sat on the edge of the bed cradling
the child, rocking her back and forth and humming. Anna quieted and Mama pulled
her back so that she could look into her eyes.
“Anna, why
were you trying to move your dollhouse?”
“Mama, do
you remember what Papa said at advent the other night?’
“What did he
say, Anna?”
“Papa said,
love is action, if you love someone you show it by what you do?”
“This doesn’t
explain you moving your dollhouse when you should be taking a nap.”
“Mama, I
tried to sleep, but Marie, Annabeth, and Charlie were trying to sleep too. I
checked on them and it felt so cold by the window. They were cold Mama. I was
just trying to move them closer to the heater so they would be warm. I wanted
them warm because I love them. I don’t want them to be cold.”
“So, you
were trying to make the dollhouse warmer for the dolls that you love and care
for?”
“Yes Mama!”
“Anna, I don’t
like that you disobeyed by getting out of bed, but I am happy that you were
trying to show love to your dolls. How about I help you move your dollhouse
closer to the heater so Marie, Annabeth, and Charlie will be warm? Then, you
come downstairs on the couch and I will snuggle you in a blanket with some
books and hot chocolate. You still need rest, even if you are not going to
sleep”, Mama’s face held a look of mischief and understanding.
Anna wrapped
her arms around her Mama’s neck and kissed both her cheeks, “thank you Mama for
understanding!”
Mama and
Anna heaved the dollhouse closer to the heat. Anna wrapped her dolls in warm
blankets and kissed each one before she laid them in their beds. Mama helped
Anna find three books. They walked down the stairs, and Anna plopped on the
couch while Mama got her favorite ‘fuzzy’ blanket. Snuggling her tight and
giving her Eskimo kisses…
…Mama, hot
chocolate in hand, watched Anna asleep under the blanket warm. The rise and
fall of her chest as she slept, head tucked under praying hands, caused tears
to fill Mama’s eyes.
“Oh Jesus, thank you for this love!
This child! She warms me through. Thank you for holding her, forming her. Thank
you for love so great that you put on flesh and bone. You are with us. Great
love. Abiding love. My heart does tremble at the thought of Jesus. You loved me
so much that you gave your one and only son. If I would but believe in your
outstretched love…love outstretched on crossbeam…crimson love flowing over,
making me snow white. I will live far beyond this moment into eternity – with You.
Thank you Jesus for this love that warms through to the heart of You!”
This week of advent we acknowledge Christ’s coming into the world. The second purple candle is often called the Bethlehem or Love Candle.
I know what
earthly love looks like with its conditions and boundaries. I strive to live
love unbounded, but it hurts deep at times. There are wounds, scars, and
battlements erected in the wake of my heart being ravaged. Yet, I still seek
it. I try not to place conditions on it.
Then I think
about Jesus. I think about God telling His love story for us. How he paid the
ransom for our hard hearts and set to softening them, wooing us oh so tenderly.
I wrote an allegory many years ago. At the time I was adrift. I was finding
solace in Hosea 2, the book Hinds Feet on High Places, and the book series
Chronicles of Narnia. I thought I would share the store here: A Walk.
I keep
walking the sod of Bethlehem, placing my heart in that space. A moment so
beautifully orchestrated that the heavens aligned that night. A journey that
began at “In the Beginning…” A love story to rival all love stories met with
danger, betrayal, grace, and a Kinsman Redeemer.
Oh the Great
Love He has for Us!!
“And the Word became flesh &
dwelt among us, & we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of
the Father, fill of grace & truth.” – John 1:14
READ: Luke 1: 57-80
Since I have been sick I cannot sing, but this week let's have a prayer instead:
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