A Mantle of Love.

It might be because I have read Ruth one too many times.

It might be because I love to snuggle under the same blanket with my mom on the couch, or the way Paul throws his blanket on top off mine when we sleep in.

It might be because a borrowed sweater always seems to be warmer and softer than any I own.

Any of these reasons could be why I think one of the best things in the world is to be covered by someone else. There are few things better than the feeling of safety, love and belonging which result from having anothers mantle thrown over you.

On Saturday night, Paul and I were able to experience this on a higher level as we were covered in a prayers and sealed with the love of our community for the journey which awaits us. There really isn’t a sufficient way to communicate what it feels like to have those who love you most gather around to tell you who you are, to anoint you with oil, to hold you as they lift you up in prayers. Paul and I are amazed at how blessed we are. 

So for all of you who participated on Saturday night, thank you. Paul and I have locked your words away in our hearts and are thankful for your prayers of protection, signs of love, and for claiming us as your own as you send us out.