God's love connects us.

Connected.

To the web. To people. It reminds me of that cartoon with the guy hugging his computer and saying, "My friends are in there..." or something like that.

I feel that way in the blogosphere most days. Especially when I follow God's lead to another chosen helper's words. I love stories of mess and imperfection. I feel like they are telling an altered version of my story. Altered in their personal way, yet connected to mine.

He keeps us connected. If we are the hands and feet, that that's to be expected, right?

My body likes to connect with others as they tell me about their pain. I can feel it... and it hurts, making me want to stop them mid sentence and hug them or shake their hand. I want to ask them how they are here standing in front of me to tell.

Then, I think of how I made it there to listen and reciprocate sharing. He brought me here... and you. If this was an accident, then why is He here too... because "where 2 or more are gathered in Mine Name, there I am also." I'm glad were here under this wing of protection, learning things of more value than tangible treasure.

I'm so thankful He connects me to His love. It makes me consider walking in the shoes of those less desirable. It helps me understand the hurts and bitterness they carry, and my smile's caliber of importance... because its not mine but His smile... and His love... and His connectedness.



"A love that's not relevant but revolutionary." -Press Play

Linking with Gypsy Mama for 5 Minute Friday.