We love because he first loved us.
1 John 4:19

I wish I was a great artist. If my hands could create something beautiful, people could look and see how beautiful you are. I wish that I was a gifted poet. Then perhaps my words could capture something of your wonder and the world would read it and see your marvelous ways. I wish I had a green thumb. I could plant the world’s largest garden and some would see and know you create life rich and good. I am none of these things. My hands are not capable of capturing your beauty in art. I cannot create words that would ever mean all that you are. I do not have a green thumb to grow a garden thriving and full of life. What am I? I am a lover. When you loved me, you gave me the greatest gift a man could receive. I am filled with your love. You inspire me to want to be great at love. You know me and love me still. I will work at loving others as you have loved me. As an artist works at his craft of beauty, I will practice your care. As a poet thoughtfully assembles his words into a sonnet, I will think of how to reveal your compassion. As the farmer diligently works to sow a rich harvest, I will do the work of unheralded acts of love and self-sacrifice. I am a lover of Christ. This is what I am.