Handing out Hearts

But I, the Lord, search all hearts and examine secret motives. Jeremiah 17:10


Love. That one word is important to most everyone. We all want to love, to be loved, to be shown love. And, oh…the pure bliss of hearing those three little words-I love you.

But, sometimes those words don’t come. Those three little words are not always easy to say, and my little monster continues to show me with his inability to use his own words-that love is not a word at all.

Love can be as simple as being handed a small pink Starburst.

See, my little monster is not the greatest with words. Well, actually, he is great with them, but only when it comes to sharks, Legos, or what is playing on Animal Planet. The words that require an expression of feeling or emotion don’t come so easy to him. No, sometimes when emotions take over he grunts, he screams. Other times he speaks in food. Sometimes it is making dinner, because some way, some how this calms his overstimulated brain. Sometimes its simply handing over one of his pink Starbursts.

“The pinks are my favorite. They taste like hearts.”

A heartfelt expression of love. A simple Starburst.

One that tastes like hearts.

A heart that my monster handed me.

A simple pink piece of candy that made me wonder, do I pass out hearts, or do I use empty words I really don’t mean?

Do I speak love to others, but fail to show it?

Do I say the word, yet keep hatred hidden in my heart?

Do I speak about my love for God, and then shun my neighbors?

If I could speak all the languages of earth and angels, but did not love others, I would only be a noisy gong or clanging symbol. 1 Corinthians 13:1

I can speak or write the most eloquent of words if I wanted. Tell someone with the words from my mouth how much they are valued and loved, but if I don’t show this love, if my heart is still bitter, and full of hatred, anger, and unforgiveness…well, then all my “love” language is useless.

And the thing is…I can’t hide behind pretty words. God knows my heart. He knows if my words are deceitful. He knows if I am doing good deeds out of pure love for others, or because I want the glory and recognition the world provides. He knows when I have spoken kindly to a neighbor or friend, then turned my cheek only to say or feel something different.

He hears our words. He knows our hearts. And he knows when our words are just noise, and not spoken out of love at all.

He knows when our hearts taste nothing like the small pink piece of candy handed to me by a five year old, and more like the bitter lemon candies no one really likes.

Prophecy and speaking in unknown languages and special knowledge will become useless. But love will last forever. 1 Corinthians 13:8

A little boy, one who knows all the words but can’t always use them, reminds me of this over and over.

Where words fail to express love, our actions will.

Where words are often full of deceit and void of meaning, our hearts will reveal the truth.

So, in honor of a little monster who often can’t speak, but who most certainly feels, leave the words to the poets. To the noisy gongs. To the clanging symbols. Instead, let your actions speak. Let them come from your heart. Let them resemble a pink Starburst given by the hand of a small child.

Let them leave a “taste like hearts.”

Sweet, true, and full of love.

2 responses to “Handing out Hearts”

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  2. Reblogged this on Coffee with a Shot of Faith and commented:

    Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.
    Wally Lamb, She’s Come Undone

    I wrote this a few years ago, yet it is so relevant in these current days. Whether a milkshake, a pink Starburst, a snack, or a simple mint…when handed out with no other purpose but to simply show love, it can make all the difference.

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