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I met sister, Norma, in April when I was in Sacramento, California, for the Wonder Woman Conference. I had the privilege to share a few classes in English during the conference and, then, on Sunday morning, I was also able to share about Iron Rose Sister Ministries with the Hispanic sisters during Sunday morning Bible class.
Norma was inspired in such a way that she wrote a poem that she shared with the women who attended the Ladies’ Day hosted by the Parkway Church of Christ on Saturday, June 27, where I served as speaker for the day.
I share her poem below so that you can also appreciate it and be inspired by what God can do in each of our lives.
This is a loose translation of a poem originally written in Spanish by Norma Neri.
Jesus Christ, the gift of life
A small rose bud, surrounded by many thorns,
Confident, the bud went through the entire world wanting to avoid them.
Each step she made, her heart withered,
Her life drowned and faded with each driven thorn.
That little bud that walked through the world,
Surrounded by tough thorns the enemy and driven in.
Christ rescued her. Then a path of thorns,
She found along her way and cleaned. That little bud,
Withered, withered by pain, my Christ came to call her,
Heal her and give her a better life.
Teenagers are not the only ones to get lovesick. In the Disney movie Bambi, it’s called being twitterpated. Friend Owl warns Bambi and his friends of this condition as spring approaches. You know, it’s that feeling when the whole world stops and the only thing you can see is the face of the person you love.
The ailment of twitterpation is not exclusive to animals or teenagers. My grandpa, widowed at age 79, remarried a few years later to a lovely lady that accompanied him until the day of his death last December. When we first met Mary, I was shocked to see my Grandpa, a senior citizen, acting like a teenager discovering a new love. He was twitterpated!
Love transforms us—the giving and the receiving of it. When we realize the height, depth, breadth and width of God’s love for us, how enamored he is with us, we are forever changed.
God is love (1 John 4:8). Perfect love drives out fear (1 John 4:18). Unquenchable love sacrifices his own son so that we might live (John 3:16).
I invite you to be transformed by love today. May you act twitterpated and be considered a crazy, lovesick individual overwhelmed by the magnitude of God’s love for you and your love for him.
