Many of you have taken the quiz, or simply know of, the five "love languages." For those of you that don't know, these 'languages' are
- Quality Time
- Physical Touch
- Receiving Gifts
- Words of Affirmation
- Acts of Service
These can be very crucial to any relationship, whether it be a wild and crazy friendship, a confusing and ambiguous love, or even your kids who "drive you to drink" (milk of course). I took this quiz on the 5 Love Languages and I'm ALL of them except for "acts of service." Well, future husband, you almost can't screw up.
Anywho, I now am beginning to notice these in other people, for example: I recently got a new room, and with this room, came a new desk! (YAY!!!! I CAN WRITE THINGS AND STUFF!) I have been using a delicate straw and wood, old chair to sit at the desk, but I honestly haven't minded too much.
I came home to find it had been replaced by a slightly torn, plush, black, rolling one! Now i could spin countless circles for entertainment! What a life! I was in a bad mood that day, but I was happy to see the chair, so I sat down. Then the chair and I had problems. It was squeaky, not that this alone would have been a problem, but I was already having a bad day, and I am a bouncer in my chairs, so there seemed to be a constant whine in the room when I wasn't making a conscious effort to not rock back and forth. Next, I love to sit with my knees pulled up to my chest, and my feet were too long for the darn chair! They kept sliding off and bleh! When I finally accepted the fact that I would never be able to sit like that, I began working on homework.
Then my mom knocked on my door. It was locked, and in my weakened state it felt like an eternity (or 2 seconds) to interrupt my train of thought (which was more like a strand of wagons chasing bunnies at this point) to go to the door, but I obliged. I have to say, I did not greet my mother in the best way. I was tired and felt like I'd been beaten with hard pillows.
Then she asked me if I liked the chair... (You just thought I was telling a random story but NO! It really does tie in!) Now I answered with probably the last thing she wanted to hear "It makes a lot of noise."
I didn't think much about it, and I said an unenthusiastic thank you afterwards—and that wasn't okay. No matter how tired I was, she had made an effort, and I wasn't appreciative.
How often do we do this with God? Have you ever wondered about how God, who we can't see or touch, might show his love? Recently when I was going through this horrid day, I texted my best friend to ask if she wanted to meet for coffee, and it was the most amazing thing. She told me just before we met God placed me on her heart to pray for. Just before we met, I had been having one of the worst days of the year (the chair thing above was included in it). What does that say about God's love? I want to challenge you guys today to try and look for God's gifts to you throughout the day. If every good and perfect gift comes from above, then that hug from the right person at the right time is from Him. The light breeze after the worst workout of your life is from Him. The fact that you're breathing is a gift, your friends encouraging words are from Him! On that terrible, no-good, very bad day, it was great knowing God was thinking of me and paying attention to my pain no matter how transitory it may be. And Jesus is constantly praying for us before the Father. He's our intercessor, so even when you don't think God has done anything for you that day, he's still praying, you're still alive, to God be the glory!
And....if you were wondering how my story ended...my mom took away my chair, and I was sad :( It's back to old yellow straw now, not that i mind too much, but I guess I learned that love languages are something we need to think about more often, especially, if we want to keep our chairs.
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