THE LOVE STORY

Who would have known that Enoch was the bride's name. Good news! The groom didn't mind. They were not yet joined but everyone could see the devotion of Enoch to her groom. She worshipped him, submitted to him, yearn for  his presence daily, communicated with him, listened to him....Enoch was always ready to do as "her beloved" had commanded. "Her beloved" was all to her and of course "her beloved" loved her so much. He would always tell her how he loved her even before she knew him. How he wooed was another story entirely. Enoch basked in his presence, grace and glory. It was evident on her face.

He had found someone who was after his heart and not his hand. She was different. He could wait no more....

Little wonder; when it was still not yet time for them to get married; the groom escaped with "Enoch". This is God's love story.

Somebody said...

I read this nd decided to share with my blog paddies:

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get
back to normal after you've had a
baby...somebody doesn't know that once you're
a mother, "normal" is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
instinct...somebody never took a three-year-old
shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is
boring...somebody never rode in a car driven by
a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your
child will "turn out good"...somebody thinks a
child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their
voices...somebody never came out the back
door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball
through the neighbor's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to
be a mother...somebody never helped a fourth
grader with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as
much as you love the first...somebody doesn't
have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the
answers to her child-rearing questions in the
books...somebody never had a child stuff beans
up his nose or in his ears.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a
mother is labor and delivery...somebody never
watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first
day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for
military "boot camp."
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her
eyes closed and one hand tied behind her
back...somebody never organized seven
giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after
her child gets married...somebody doesn't know
that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-
law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her
last child leaves home...somebody never had
grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her,
so you don't need to tell her...somebody ISN'T A
MOTHER!

THE FORGOTTEN DIAMOND

Ashley turned the beautiful stone over and over again in her
hand. “Are you really giving this to me ?” she whispered in
awe and wonder. The thought that her father was giving her
this priceless diamond seemed almost too much to
comprehend.
“Yes, my darling daughter, I am giving you that diamond.
Love and cherish it, and keep it ever in your thoughts.”
Ashley threw her arms around her father’s neck. How she
loved him! She couldn’t imagine life without his love.
For the first several months after Ashley’s father gave her
the diamond, she guarded the diamond as she would her
own life. She spent hours gazing upon it, then went and told
everyone she knew about her father’s marvelous love. Her
heart of gratitude showed in everything she did. She was
kind and loving toward others because her thoughts were
focused on her father’s kindness to her. She was always
eager to serve and praise her father because her thoughts
were completely consumed with him.
I’d like to stop here and say that Ashley faithfully treasured
her diamond for the rest of her life and continually lived in
the same joy she had those firs few weeks. But I’m afraid
that would not be true. Ever so gradually, Ashley began to
become accustomed to the diamond she’d been given.
Although the diamond itself never diminished in value one
bit, she stopped thinking of it as much throughout her day.
While she was still kind toward others and told others of her
father’s love, she did so more from habit and duty than from
gratitude and joy. Her words sounded like hollow
recitations instead of heartfelt realities.
“Ashley, can I talk with you?” Ashley’s friend Eliza asked
one afternoon.
“Of course,” Ashley replied, wondering what Eliza could
want.
“The diamond your father gave you—can you describe it to
me? And can you tell me what that diamond means to you?”
“Why, of course I can,” Ashley replied. She stumbled
through a description that sounded strangely vague even to
her.
Ashley’s encounter with Eliza awakened Ashley’s sleeping
conscience. I have forgotten to gaze upon the diamond my
father gave me! I’ve forgotten to let it bring me joy.
Saddened at her folly, Ashley slowly walked upstairs and
knocked on her father’s study. One look at her father’s face
showed Ashley that he already knew how she had neglected
his treasure.
“Come, my dear, let’s go look at the diamond again
together,” he said as he gently wiped her tears.
With that, Ashley’s father led her to the special case in
which she kept her diamond. Ashley broke into a fresh set
of tears when she saw the diamond. She had forgotten how
beautifully it glittered and glistened! Her heart felt
overwhelmed once again by the incredible gift that her
father had given her.
“Oh, Father, please help me to never forget!” she whispered,
looking up in love and admiration into her father’s face.
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a
field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for
joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth
that field.” Matthew 13:44