When I’m ever asked about my favorite (and most embarrassing)
memories, my mind goes straight to the experiences in my past with the most
tangible moments – walking the Great Wall of China, going head over handle bars
on my bike riding down a seemingly huge hill at the golf course, remembering
the smoke smell after a huge firework show in my backyard on July 4, cheering
my dad on at his basketball games. There’s a million memories that I could
recount in the short 22 years I’ve lived on this beautiful planet, but the ones
that stick out the most are those that involved things I correlate with my senses.
I’m no biology or anatomy expert (I actually somehow skipped taking any
sciences in college #WIN), but I guess that assumption seems pretty basic for
most people.
It wasn’t until I was snuggling with a sweet Chi Omega this past
weekend at a girls night that it dawned on me how aware God is of this reality.
Seeing as He created us humans, He would obviously know how to best connect
with us into the depths of our soul, right? Yep. That Creator Guy… He’s a
sneaky one! And He knows how to love us best, even when it might not seem like
it.
Until a few years (4) ago, I HATED talking about love. I
loved the idea of love… because it’s
what I received such joy from when I was around my friends. But I for some
reason hated talking about it. It
made sense in my head that I could share that with others but it confused me a
lot when it came to the concept of someone loving me. Because of that reason,
God’s love was something I struggled with for a longgggg time. So let’s just
say when I had someone in college say, “Let’s figure out our love languages!”…
I wasn’t her biggest fan. But I took the stupid test anyway and it told me that
I best received love through physical touch and quality time. Psh – how could a
test on the internet think it has ANY idea how I best receive love?
As I was sitting in mass this weekend, reflecting on the
idea of the way I best receive love, I couldn’t help but think how incredibly
good God is at knowing my love language. Disclaimer: I LOVE talking about love
now… primarily for this reason. I receive love best in ways that involve physical
expression of that; for instance, I’m a HUGE FAN of hugs, snuggles, and
everything in between. If you’ve known me for 1 day… you would probably know
that about me. But I was praying in preparation for communion this Sunday, and
I thought, “Wow, God… you nailed it.”
What a gift God has given us to receive Jesus’ body, blood, soul, and divinity
in the Eucharist! Jesus is SUCH a flirt in this way. He gets me. And I’d
venture to say there’s other ways He has connected with me to show me His love,
but this is a biggy. And I know He’s trying to flirt with you too. Now the
question is… do we flirt back in response?