love is…

Love is…

An important part of Scruffy’s story is that he discovers that no matter what mischief he does that the Maker will always love him…this is something that all of us yearn for!  But what is Love?? Is it a warm, fuzzy feeling that envelopes us like a cozy blanket in winter or is it a lofty, noble thought that no one can really understand?? Following I share a little story about love…a true story that I think will help to define Love.  Read on…. (for the fuller story, see my book, “Finding His Way.”)

When Bob and I were dating, he captured my heart by

sneaking up to my house numerous times and leaving

simple little notes for me. Each note started with the words,

“Love is…”! There were tons of them, like “Love

is…gazing longingly at each other across a crowded room”

and “Love is…not even noticing you forgot to bring the

picnic basket.” I adored these little notes and looked forward

to receiving them.

As our relationship developed over the years, we would

continue to leave cute little notes for each other. On one

occasion that I vividly remember, I was going to be heading

off to counsel for two weeks at Camp Mini-Yo-We. The day

before departure, I had the day off and was using the time to

prepare some freezer meals for Bob to eat while I was away.

My thoughts were on him as much as they were on pre-camp

preparations. I thought, “Wouldn’t it be nice if I could send

him a little note every morning so that he would know that

I missed him.” This was in the days before cell phones and

text messaging…how easy it would be now to accomplish

this! It occurred to me that I could still do this if I wrote a

bunch of notes and hid them in places where I knew he

would find them over the next two weeks. Excitedly, I busily

wrote 14 notes…numbering each one. The notes were silly

little “Love is” messages…cute, intimate…” for your eyes

only,” type of notes! I knew that he would be touched that I

had taken the time to do this, in the middle of busy preparations.

I finished writing the notes and proceeded to cunningly

hide them all over the house, not wanting him to discover

all of them at once. I should have remembered that he

seldom bent his knees to look for anything!

The next day I headed off to camp. I was directing a twoweek

out-tripping camp that year, filled with hormonally

complicated 14 to 16 year old girls. The Northwoods section

of camp was an isolated, mostly girls-only camp, apart from

the maintenance men and visiting staff husbands. Because of

this, the girls were more able to focus on becoming good

out-trippers, fine-tuning their skills for the big canoe trip,

which would take place in the second week of camp.

The middle Saturday evening was a relaxed affair following

a day of canoe trip preparations. Bob came for a

brief visit, as was his usual custom. The girls took this

opportunity to tease us for wanting to be together after only

one week apart…you know, silly girl stuff. He tolerated this

for about five minutes then hid in our cabin until the girls

headed off to bed! The next day as he was heading home,

openly glad to be leaving behind this hormonally charged

gang of girls, I dropped a bombshell on him: “Bob, we have

decided to paddle the Spanish River this year with our

senior paddlers, but the distance to the starting point is such

a long drive that we can’t do it on the first morning of the

canoe trip, so I have offered to have the girls sleep over at

our house the night before the trip.” He just groaned and

rolled his eyes as he left!

A day later we arrived in Wahnapitae…all 12 of us! I

had warned the girls to be on their best behaviour and not

to razz Bob too much. They promised to try! All went very

smoothly…the girls settled into their sleeping bags on the

living room floor and we headed to our bedroom.

As one might expect, there was a fair amount of chatter,

lots of giggles and laughter, then suddenly unnatural quiet

followed by very fierce quiet whispering! It all settled down

an hour later, and sleep came to us all.

Bright and early the next morning we headed off. The

canoe trip was great…rapids were run with very few incidents…

the weather was good…we didn’t get lost…and we

arrived at our destination on time. Success—a trouble-free

trip…a rare occurrence for me!

Traditionally the last night at camp the girls would entertain

each other and all the visitors with funny skits about

their canoe trips, and this year would be no exception! There

was a lot of giggling involved in the preparation and strange

looks often cast in my direction for some reason. When Bob

arrived, he was greeted with loud applause, catcalls, and

whistles, which served to chase him from the room! Then it

was time for the big event…the skits. The first two skits were

crazy, but good and there was one left to go when Bob whispered

that he had seen enough. He got up to leave and was

surprised when the girls of the last group pleaded with him

to stay for their skit. I assumed it was because they knew him

a bit better than the rest because they were the campers who

had stayed at our house. Embarrassed, he nodded and sat

back down, not wanting to spoil their fun.

With great aplomb, they took the stage. Two of the girls

pretended to be Bob and I…embracing and snuggling each

other to the amusement of all (except Bob), then one girl

after another stood up to read little…strangely

familiar…notes that they had in their hands. I wondered

what they were up to, until the first note was read:

“Number 5—I will miss cuddling on the couch together

watching our favourite movie—I love you.”

In shock, Bob and I looked at each other…instantly we

knew what had happened! The night of the sleepover, the

little darlings had found the notes that I had left for

Bob…the personal, for-his-eyes-only notes. Yikes, was I

ever going to be in trouble!

As the skit proceeded, they read 5 of my 14 notes to the

total glee of the other campers and counsellors. Bob fled the

room, but I had to endure the entire performance, forced to

sit there with a glowing red face! Oh, what a night!

Romantic love makes us do some silly things!

But love is…more than warm fuzzy emotions…more

than romantic love. Love is complex…love is God!

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one

and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not

perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his

Son into the world to condemn the world, but to

save the world through him” (John 3:16-17).

Love is displayed in many ways…ways that often

encompass all of the other fruit of the Spirit.

“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 never fails ! (1 Cor 13)

So…what is love? Love is…God!

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