I log on to complete my Spanish lesson in Duolingo. I attempt a lesson every day, even though progress seems painfully slow.
But in another tab, I see a note pop up in Messenger. It is from my friend Sofy. Completely in Spanish.
I like to understand things. I want them to add up. 2 + 2 = 4 and that’s that.
But some things happen I can’t explain.
I still have items around my house from our two mission trips to El Salvador summers ago. Papers, jewelry, trinkets, mementos.
With each item, I see a person. I hadn’t expected the outpouring. These people. I didn’t know they’d carve away a chunk of my heart for keeps in El Salvador.
How could I have known?
Oh, never underestimate the love of God between his people.
He has ways of binding hearts together we know nothing about.
When I first met Sofy, we could barely communicate. Through words anyway. But no matter. She was one of the unexplainable.
She invited Jenna and I into her home before our evening worship service to pick up something she’d left behind. We had our Spanish/English dictionary with us to communicate beyond gestures.
When I commented on the lovely artwork that filled her home, she pulled this piece off her shelf. She handed it to me. I admired it and asked how she’d made it. With individual magazine pages.
But when I tried to give it back, she said no. She wanted me to have it. It took her hours to make, I’m certain. Yet she could so freely give it to me, someone barely a step above a stranger?
It mattered not that I understood few Spanish words. The gesture of love I recognized.
I’ve never forgotten Sofy. And thankfully she’s never forgotten me. We occasionally send each other messages on Facebook. On this day we share about each other’s lives. She’s since retired and enjoys her grandchildren. I ask how many. She has three. I tell her about my one granddaughter, and one on the way.
What did I do to deserve her friendship? Nothing.
Lord, you are so good. And so unexplainable.
When I remember back to that breezy Salvadorian night, unexplainable love bound us together. The love that the Father gives his children for each other. Love that is fueled beyond words. Unaccountable and mysterious, yet certain and plain.
Unexplainable tokens of love. Extravagant gifts from the Father’s heart, via his other kids, straight to my heart. Blessings that exceed expectations.
What do we do to deserve them? Nothing.
Sometimes you can explain love.
Sometimes you can’t.
And that is fine with me. In any language.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
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Have you received love today for reasons you can’t explain? Thank God for it. Then extend unexplainable love to someone yourself tomorrow.
revised from the archives
- On the Blog – July 2019
- 5 Links, Books, and Things I Love – August 2019