I may not have had leprocy, but I sure felt like a leper…

We are doing a study on the five love languages in our Sunday evening services at MBC –  this past Sunday, the love language was on touch. Sadly, my pastor had to preface the entire sermon with the fact that this “touch” was not referring to a sexual one. I have to admit that I did have to hide my smirk. I will ALWAYS be that preteen smirking in the crowd! I digress…

We studied about the man with leprosy that Jesus healed with His touch. There was great significance in Jesus healing this man, in particular, with His touch. Leprocy was and still is a highly contagious disease – For this reason, everyone around those infected with it kept a cautious distance. Can you imagine that these lepers had any human contact? Certainly not. They couldn’t shake someones hand in greeting – No one touched there shoulder as they excused their way past them – No hugs from their children – No kiss of greeting from a loved one… It was not necessary for Jesus to touch this man in order to heal him physically. Jesus desired more for this man that simply physical healing – He cared about his whole person. Jesus loved him  and He exhibited this love by healing him with His touch. Awesome, right!

During this sermon, a recent moment in my life suddenly appeared in my mind.

I had a very contagious eye infection two months ago – I am still out of contacts at the moment and in the continued healing process. No one wanted to be around me, much less touch me. Some loved ones wouldn’t even cross the threshold of my home for fear of contracting the wicked eye infection I had. Could I blame them? No. I was basically by my self for two weeks wandering around my home, spraying lysol.

I was moving into the second week of my illness when I had to make a quick stop by my work office after a visit to my eye doctor. The swelling and redness in my eyes were slowly beginning to subside, but I still kept my shade inserts on in order to hide my freakishly red eyes. I walked into Carla’s office and she – knowing full well the magnitude of my illness – got out of her chair, came straight to me and wrapped her arms around me. She showed her love for me in that touch. She had no idea what that meant for me at that time…No one wanted to touch me for fear of contracting my infection. Her uninhibited embrace warmed my heart and hope filled my soul. She made me feel loved.

I may not have had leprocy – but I felt like a leper. Everyone can relate to feeling isolated unto themselves in one way or another. Just remember that if you are a Christian, you are never alone. The Holy Spirit dwells within you – loving and guiding you … Helping me to recognize the loving gesture of my friend. 🙂

Love y’all…

Under the blanket of love.

Lately I’ve been struck by the unconditional love I receive from certain people in my life….here recently from my sister. She has had the “honor” of being privy to the far corners of my mind – scary thought, huh?! And she loves me all the more. She sees the negative, tacky, unkempt Becky and says, “I think it just makes me love you more.” We all should be so blessed to have at least one person in our lives that feels this way about us. The few unconditionals in my life help me to see myself through the eyes of Christ – they help me to accept and love me for me.

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8 NIV

TMI.

So, I did something the other day that I have never done before….I screened an inspired blog with Michael. He totally chose to censor me. And here we are….Okay, so this was my title, “Why must I pretend there isn’t hair there?” HAHAHA – This makes me laugh just seeing it in type! Can you imagine when I was inspired? I was trying to get ready to put a bathing suit on for a pubic pool outing….OOPS! I meant public pool outing;) Mercy.

Are you interested in Michael’s response to this timeless question? He responded, “For me, woman!” Exactly. There are so VERY many things that I would like to type and perhaps reveal about myself right now – but even I find the need to censor….I always wondered why it took my mom about an hour to get ready to go to the water park – I never imagined that 20 years later the answer would be revealed while I was getting ready to do that very same thing! Life’s funny like that:)

Anyhoo, this is just a short entry to say….I’m not so much interested in going to a nude beach – I want a beach where the women don’t have to shave! A hairy beach…YES, that’s the ticket!!! 😉 Love you guys! Have a happy Sunday:)