He waits

1 Corinthians 13:4-7. “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love is patient. He foresaw it all, beginning through the end, yet he waits for us, his little ones. Treacherous paths ahead, his toddler tiptoeing over land mines, at the edge of his seat, he whispers directions to muffled ears, he waits. We pine after every open arm, yet dart the sole embrace of salvation,  he still waits. Trickle’s of a small water fall into a stream, follows into a vast ocean; peering across the horizon, a fog of scatted min tears, filtering the rays; more divine is His face. He waits for our wonderment, the eyeball, the strenuous hole in one, worth his wait, no gouging, just waiting. 

God awaits for us to acknowledge him, the inferior creation, waited upon by immense God, because he loves. He loves us, even before we were conceived into existences, before he felt the dirt scattered between his finger tips, before he created the oxygen to breathe in the life of our existence. He loved us. He still love us. He will always love us, even when we are gone, our memories will be forever in bedded within his heart. Forever.

Freedom of choice, the freedom to bite into the crispy apple, belongs to us all. The freedom to yearn for him is within us all. For his love is pure, a gesture is all he longs from the scum, and he is satisfied. Will we long, or leave him to wait? The stars in the black sky, the graveyard for those in hell in his mind, he still mourns. But now, our blood pulses with life, beating, will we continue to allow this great Love to wait? 

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