Tonight my husband took me out to see the play "Bus Stop". It nice to go to a play, as opposed to a movie. It was billed as a comedy, but I guess I just read too much into things. Not that I didn't enjoy it. But it isn't funny for me to see people seeking so earnestly without actually finding. It seemed to me that it was all about love: losing love, wanting love, finding love, missing love the first time love found you, looking for love in the wrong heart, getting a second chance at love...
I suppose we are all seeking love. I know I am loved (I have a loving husband, my sweet children, a huge, close family and an even more vast network of friends, blessed lady that I am), but I still seek love. As I sit here thinking about it, I believe that I am always on the hunt for the evidences of love: a hug, a consideration, a kindness, a thoughtful gesture, a thing of beauty just for me.
But, now that I have made that little list, I see that I am given the evidences of love all the time. I miss seeing them, I think, because I am looking for other things instead ("Lord, I'm sick of this manna, just give me a cheeseburger, please!")
So, in all of my seeking, I need to allow myself to actually find. The most effective way to find love is to seek God. I do, I am not ashamed to say it. I seek God daily. And on those occasions when I allow myself to see Him, I feel love. I am thankful for the seeking, and for the love.
What are you blessed with today?