For the Love of God ~ Women's Sunday Series

We’ve just celebrated Valentine’s Day! The floral and greeting card companies thank you for adding to their bottom line. It seems that at some point in the past, society decided we needed to set aside one day a year to celebrate LOVE. As if we can forsake it the other 364 days.

I’m being a bit tongue-in-cheek since I find it ludicrous to need an excuse to celebrate love; let alone one day a year. But the love that’s celebrated on February 14 each year is a far cry from the LOVE that is the essence of PAPA God. The same seed of love that He placed in each of His human creations. A LOVE that is much more than an emotion which titillates the senses and causes strong men to melt and women to grow weak in the knees.

Real love is a decision! We decide to enter into love with our will as well as our feelings. If it were not so; love wouldn’t last a lifetime for many couples who remain together 50, 60 even 70 years. While the feelings of young love are absolutely “divine”; they don’t last – nor are they intended to last. Love must transition the emotions and move into a more mature state of being. Love must grow out of self to embrace the other as if he or she is my-self. Mature love outlasts the heart-throbbing-blood pumping feelings of young love or it may not have been love after all!

But this post is not about love in that sense. It’s about love as the relationship the Father has with us. And the relationship of prayer to the love He shares with us. Let me say it like this. . .three women at lunch

Last week, I had lunch with two very dear friends with whom I worked 30+ years ago. We live in the same geographical area, but hadn’t been together for eons. Blessed by modern technology and Facebook, we connected and chose to have lunch together after all the years.

Once the usual warm hugs and words of how great it is to see each other; we settled into conversation as if no time had passed since we last shared together. But for our more ‘vintage years’, one would think we had taken a leisurely 2 hour lunch away from the hospital where our friendships began. We determined that we’d do it again – soon. And I have no doubt we will.

Love – real love, is like that. Even as times passes and communication is sparse; when we come together again, it’s as if no time has passed at all!

The same is true in our relationship with PAPA. A relationship forged through open honest communication called “prayer“! Women’s lives can be hectic, especially if we’re women in business – busy from dawn until well into the night. We take a few moments here and there to acknowledge PAPA’s presence; but otherwise, communication is sparse.

Yet when we quiet ourselves and come into touch again; it’s as if no time or lack of sharing has occurred. The love that binds us together has not frayed; but grown even stronger. He does not chastise us for being out of touch. And we have no need to whimper weak apologies for going about His busi-ness day after day after day – assuming we are about His business!

Love is about a divine relationship that underpins our human capacity to love each other. A love that weathers life’s storms and forges ahead when all seems to have been lost. When I think of the PAPA of the universe Who holds it all together choosing to join me in the bond of love; I’m utterly amazed. What in the world would possess Him to do so?I Have Loved You

Well, love possesses Him to do so! A love us humans can barely comprehend – if at all. A love that never wavers nor withers on the vine for lack thereof. For in Him there is no lack thereof. There is only the patient waiting of a PAPA knowing His beloved will return, close the door and seek the divine connection and communication that both long to enjoy!

It is for the Love of God that we love each other. That we can in any imperfect-perfect sense love as He loves us. It is that love we ought choose to celebrate 365 days a year with little fanfare-flowers, candy or greeting cards.

For all He desires of us is to come and sit awhile – sharing as if no time has passed since last we closed the door to the prayer closet in anticipation of a divine encounter with Love!



Linda S. Fitzgerald, Visionary Partner
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Linda S. Fitzgerald

I have a fiery passion to see women become all they are designed to be - personally and professionally. I write, teach, mentor and coach with that passion in mind. As an author and prolific blogger, I reach out to women in all walks of life, especially women of faith to empower and equip them for greatness.


  1. Jana Denninger on February 15, 2015 at 12:01 pm

    What a beautiful expression of true love, Linda…I will treasure this post
    and as I do the friendship of the one who posted it!

    • linda on February 15, 2015 at 7:50 pm

      Thanks much Jana. Spirit inspired, no doubt!

  2. Lisa Fine Carfield on February 15, 2015 at 1:29 pm

    Oh how true. True love and friendships last over any span of time. Even though I might not have contact with an old friend very often, we know we love and respect one another. If we ever needed each other, we would be there. I know God is there when I
    need him even though I may not communicate with him more than once a day.

    • linda on February 16, 2015 at 10:35 am

      Thank you so much Lisa. We certainly agree that with really bonded relationships – time never diminishes what we have. Thank you for taking the time to comment.



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