I don’t know why, but I trust you. You have kind eyes. God loves me? Do you really believe that? Thank you. Would you stay with me for a while? I feel safe with you here. We were strangers just moments before. We never wanted or intended to meet. But something terrible happened and it’s my job to show up when terrible things happen. And these are the kind of things strangers sometimes say to me in my work. It’s strange, beautiful, terrible, and wonderful work.
It's a lovely expression, "I feel free to love." Everyone affirms the idea of love. As an abstraction it gets a lot of votes. But in my experience, "principles" (my shoulds) tap the brakes. "Aren't you endorsing "x" by unreservedly loving this person? Isn't it possible that you're causing harm?" The "should" ties a weight to the freedom, plants a doubt. The Reaction to my own libertine phase still exercises an influence over my freedom.
And so the idea of being FREE to love, not as a should, nor an ideal, but as an ongoing reality, that is powerful.
I’m thankful to know you and to have been able to experience God at work through your non-anxious presence! ☺️