The other night over dinner with friends, I heard the most amazing thing. We were sharing our love stories, and to tell you the truth, there are a lot of EPIC ones out there.  But I learned something about mine…for the first time. I was telling the story of the non-proposal ( no offense to my husband), and explaining how at the ripe old age of 21 , I felt an urgency to convince Thomas to marry me. It was if I felt like an old maid already….and my friend Amanda looked at me, and said something that I knew was truth, and was coming straight from my DADDY to me. She said….you were looking for shelter. SHELTER. Yes, why didn’t I think of that before. I was running, hiding, and in Thomas I saw a glimpse of the shelter and the safety that had been so elusive up to that point in my life.

                   shelter- a dwelling place or home considered a refuge from the elements.

Everyone has their own set of elements, mine were emotional storms, and the coldness that comes from wanting to be loved by somedody so bad, that you compromise your heart. I had no idea about the Father’s love for me then, and somehow through sin…He was making a way. It had to be through sin, because WE  ARE ALL IN SIN, we are in it, but IT IS NOT IN US. Thomas was my shelter, and He IS my shelter still, but it was his love that drove me to find my ULTIMATE shelter, the one I have with my Daddy. And now, we dwell together. It just doesn’t get any better than this.

 The Lord is like a seal upon my heart, His love is stronger than death. He wraps me up, when I am cold now. He gave me shelter in Thomas, until I was ready to let HIM love me. ahhhh, sweet shelter.