photo (38)Are you one of those people who keeps cards through the years?  I have almost every card my husband has ever given me.  After twenty-two years of marriage, I’ve accumulated a few boxes of cards. I have laugh until you cry cards, I have crying cards, I have tender cards.  He’s bought them all.  I’ve come across a box of them from time to time and find myself sitting down, reading through them.  I can remember the phase of life we were in based on the card and the words he penned inside them.

Today is my birthday, and he said he had a hard time finding a card for me, because when he would find a good one, one that said what he wanted it to say, he’d realize he’d already given it to me previously. Even with that obstacle before him, he managed to find the perfect card. The words read as if he had written it himself. It spoke of how he thinks of me all the time and always wants to be with me, which any woman wants to hear. It made me think of a love letter I’ve received from another telling me He thinks of me all the time and is always with me.  You can find His words in Psalm 139.

The psalmist writes of how the Lord knows him; not as a casual acquaintance, but intimately. The Lord knows everything about us: the good, the bad and the ugly, yet He is captivated with us. He doesn’t just love us, but chooses to spend time with us. Verses 5-10 say,

You hem me in– behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.”

It gives me great peace to know the Lord loves me and He demonstrates His love for me by never leaving me alone to fend for myself.  Wherever I go, whatever I do, He is by my side.

My sweet husband is taking the day off so he can spend it with me.  He’s done so on my birthday since we’ve been married and I love it.  But tomorrow, he has to go back to work. He’ll leave each morning, work all day and return in the evening. It’s a part of life.  He doesn’t love me any less because he has to work, but he can’t be by my side twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred sixty-five days a year. But God can, and He is. If I ever doubt it, all I have to do is pull out His love letter to me and remind myself and so can you.