In 1 John 5:3 we read: “For this is the love of God, that we keep His commandments And His commandments are not burdensome.”
“I don’t feel like it.” Grandfather walked over to Timmy, felt his forehead.
“Don’t have a fever. How about pain?” He mumbled, stretched out on the sofa. Grandfather covered him with a blanket. “You rest.”
A few minutes later Grandfather came into the den with his coat. “You’ll be okay while I’m gone?”
“Where’re you going?”
“I have some errands. Thought I’d run over to Charleston...”
“You’re going to Charleston? I’ll grab my jacket.” Grandfather’s eyebrow arched.
“I wouldn’t want you go in your condition.” Timmy dipped his head.
“Sorry, Grandfather, guess I was feeling sorry for myself.”
Grandfather draped his coat on the back of a chair. “Want to talk about it?”
“I’m tired of everyone telling me what to do at school, at home....” Grandfather smiled.
“I know you think that now but later you’ll realize you being sculpted into a fine young man.” Timmy scowled.
“Remember when you used to play with clay? You’d work on something until you had it just right. Then you’d bring it to me to admire. I still have the little dog you made that resembled my Jack. I treasure it.”
“You kept it?” Timmy’s face, wreathed in a smile, watched Grandfather nod, his eyes twinkling.
“That’s what we do when we love someone. We keep the things they made us and protect them. Sort of like the commandments of the Lord.
“When I think of how He loves me, I’m amazed. He gave His commandments for my good, never to burden me down.”
“He sculpturing me? He loves me that much?” Timmy shook his head. "That’s hard to understand.” Grandfather hugged Timmy.
Kingdom Thinking. The love of God is difficult to understand. I know He loves me and will never leave me, but at times I feel unloved, alone. Then I force myself to remember the things he’s sculpted for me. The wonder that He loves me. He loves you, too. You don’t have to understand, just accept His love. It will not be a burden.
“I don’t feel like it.” Grandfather walked over to Timmy, felt his forehead.
“Don’t have a fever. How about pain?” He mumbled, stretched out on the sofa. Grandfather covered him with a blanket. “You rest.”A few minutes later Grandfather came into the den with his coat. “You’ll be okay while I’m gone?”
“Where’re you going?”
“I have some errands. Thought I’d run over to Charleston...”
“You’re going to Charleston? I’ll grab my jacket.” Grandfather’s eyebrow arched.
“I wouldn’t want you go in your condition.” Timmy dipped his head.
“Sorry, Grandfather, guess I was feeling sorry for myself.”
Grandfather draped his coat on the back of a chair. “Want to talk about it?”
“I’m tired of everyone telling me what to do at school, at home....” Grandfather smiled.
“I know you think that now but later you’ll realize you being sculpted into a fine young man.” Timmy scowled.
“Remember when you used to play with clay? You’d work on something until you had it just right. Then you’d bring it to me to admire. I still have the little dog you made that resembled my Jack. I treasure it.”
“You kept it?” Timmy’s face, wreathed in a smile, watched Grandfather nod, his eyes twinkling.
“That’s what we do when we love someone. We keep the things they made us and protect them. Sort of like the commandments of the Lord.
“When I think of how He loves me, I’m amazed. He gave His commandments for my good, never to burden me down.”
“He sculpturing me? He loves me that much?” Timmy shook his head. "That’s hard to understand.” Grandfather hugged Timmy.
Kingdom Thinking. The love of God is difficult to understand. I know He loves me and will never leave me, but at times I feel unloved, alone. Then I force myself to remember the things he’s sculpted for me. The wonder that He loves me. He loves you, too. You don’t have to understand, just accept His love. It will not be a burden.