Like a moth to the flame, Loki mused to himself as he watched the red head at the bar. She was on the job. He could tell. The way she weaved her web around the unsuspecting man to her right. The fool thought he was in charge of their little dance. He would pay for it later. She would make sure of it. She was the black widow, after all.
Yes, moth to a flame was the perfect comparison. Of course, he didn’t really care for being the moth in this scenario but he saw no point in denying that he was. When all was said and done, here he was observing her from afar…. again.
She both infuriated him and intrigued him at the same time and quite frankly he wanted her. More desperately with each passing day and it was driving him insane. The music playing in the bar was rather a bit too apropos for his liking.. His lips pursing at the range of thoughts battling in his head. She couldn’t see him. Thanks to his spell no one could. But he was tired of hanging back in the shadows. He was tired of waiting.
So, He extends what we need and invites us each day to receive in prayer, worship, and truth from His Word. And He lovingly replenishes our cups while whispering, ‘This isn’t a race to test the fastest pace. I just want you to persevere on the path I have marked out especially for you. Fix your eyes not on the worldly prize but on staying in love with Me.’
Then, and only then, will I stop flirting with this world. And, instead, operate from the full assurance of His love.
It’s not deciding in my mind I deserve to be loved. Or manipulating my heart to feel loved. It’s settling in my soul, 'I was created by God, who formed me because He so much loved the very thought of me. When I was nothing, He saw something and declared it good. Very good. And very loved.
Therefore I can bring the atmosphere of love into every situation I face. I don’t have to wait for it, hope for it, or try to earn it. I simply bring the love I want. Then I’m not so tempted to flirt with the world, hoping of approval, because I have the real thing with God. And I’m not nearly as likely to fall into perceiving rejection that isn’t really there, because I’m not starving for affection.
I am loved. This should be the genesis thought of every day. Not because of how terrific I am. God doesn’t base His thoughts toward me on my own fragile efforts. No, God’s love isn’t based on me. It’s simply placed on me. And it’s the place from which I should live loved.