How wonderful would it be if we each had a love jar we could open when we needed it?
by Jamie Steinhart
It was my birthday last week. I always feel special on my birthday not because I’ve recieved expensive gifts wrapped in paper and bows, but because I feel wrapped in love from friends and family. I listen to happy birthday tunes sung slightly off key on my cell phone. I receive texts and well wishes from old friends. And my six kids and husband shower me with affection and home-made gifts.
As my day of celebration was winding down, my daughter Grace handed me a big glass jar with a pink lid. Inside of the jar she wrote love notes on colored construction paper, each one containing a different reason that she loved having me as her mom. Her instructions were to read one each day, or whenever I felt like I needed to know how much I meant to her. I cheated a little and read a few of the notes she had written right away.
“I love you because you always believe in me, even when I can’t believe in myself.”
“I love you because I never leave the house without you telling me to have a good day.”
“I love you because you are my best friend.”
The beauty of her gift brought me to tears. This simple jar, so tenderly made, may be one of the best gifts I have ever received. It was unconditional love, pure and sweet, that I could relish in any time I needed it.
How wonderful would it be if we each had a love jar we could open when we needed it? On weary days, or hopeless days, or even ordinary days, we could unwrap this extraordinary gift and know how much we are loved.
And yet…isn’t this what God does? He fills a jar for us each day with nothing but love and affection. He never runs out of reasons to count all of the ways He loves us. And of course there is nothing we can do to stop God from this unconditional and unwavering love, even on the days we falter, or sin, or forsake Him. He loves us all the while.
My love jar now sits on my desk at Pallottine. Every so often I glance at it my heart, like my jar, overflows with joy.
God wants me to know, just like Grace wants me to know, that I am adored, I am loved, I am blessed. My love jar runneth over.