GodSongsHeart2Heart

The Child of Love stepped toward the cabin like house with a quiet, receiving breath… drawn by a longingv they could no longer ignore. They didn’t yet understand why their heart felt drawn here… only that something inside them recognized this place felt like home before their mind did. As they walked up the Lantern of Love lit pathway leading to the House of Love, it seemed as if the air itself became easier to breathe. When they reached the door, Love Himself was already standing there… smiling with pleasure… so happy to see them. His hand rested gently on the wooden door frame as He welcomed them inside… and in that moment the Child of Love realized this was no ordinary door. When Love Himself opened it… it wasn’t just wood and hinges that moved… the door was His Heart opening wide. The warm glow spilling from inside was not merely firelight and candlelight… it was the glow and radiance of His welcome home smile… the invitation of the Father of Love making room in the Home of His Heart for His Child of Love.

Stepping across the threshold felt like stepping inside something living… something breathing. The wooden floors received every footstep in warm recognition… as though the House of Love itself whispered… you belong here.

Everywhere the Child of Love looked, warm, rich colors wrapped the room in a gentle embrace… deep browns… amber glows… golden flickers from the fire… and the deep crimson red that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of Love Himself. The air carried the scent of homegrown love mingled with something sweeter… something like belonging. The Child of Love understood… even without words… that this house was not built from timber and stone but from the very essence of Love Himself… they were inside the Home of His Heart.

Love Himself now stood near the fireplace… His Presence filling the room with a steady warmth that reached deeper than the flames. He didn’t rush toward the Child of Love… He simply opened His heart wider… letting His child feel His loving invitation without a single word spoken. This was His Home… the Home of His Heart… and all who entered were welcomed not as visitors but as family… His Family of Love. The Child of Love felt the truth of everything they were seeing and sensing settle over them like a soft Comforter’s blanket. They were not here to earn a place… they were here because He had already prepared this special place for them. Their given name, Child of Love, was not a title of age but of Identity… the special name given to anyone who received the invitation and stepped inside His Heart and became part of the Family of Love.

The Child of Love took a few slow steps into the room… letting their eyes adjust to the warm glow… letting their heart adjust to the welcome. They looked around quietly… taking in the rich, warm colors… the flickering fire… the wooden beams that felt alive with warmth… the fragrance in the air that seemed to breathe with them. Everything in the room felt intentional… personal… prepared. It felt like a place made for them… a place that had been waiting for them.

The fragrance deepened as they breathed it in… subtle yet unmistakable… unlike anything they had ever known. It wasn’t floral… nor sweet… nor earthy… yet it carried hints of all that was good and pure. It was warm like the fire… gentle like a whisper… deep like a memory the soul never forgot. Love Himself watched the child sense it… and His smile softened. This is the fragrance of Love… He said without speaking… and the child understood that this fragrance was not created by candles or spices or the burning logs in the fireplace. It was the very essence of the One who welcomed them… the fragrant scent of the Father of Love… the Son of Love… and the Holy Comforter of Love… three in perfect unity… filling the Home of His Heart with the aroma of who They are.

The fragrance carried the strength of the Father’s embrace… the compassion of the Son’s nearness… the comfort of the Spirit’s gentle presence. It was made of everything Love is… mercy… kindness… truth… holiness… joy… peace… patience… tenderness… and the fierce devotion of a God who refuses to let His children remain outside in the cold. Every breath the child took felt like inhaling belonging… every exhale felt like releasing the weight they had carried for far too long.

Love Himself watched them quietly… giving them time… giving them space… because the Father of Love… the Son of Love… and the Holy Comforter of Love are Gentlemen. They do not pressure… force… coerce… guilt… shame… condemn… or frighten anyone into coming closer. Love does not manipulate. Love does not demand. Love does not corner the heart. Love invites… welcomes… receives… gives… opens… and makes room. The Home of His Heart was spacious… open… wide enough to hold every heart that would ever come home… and intimate enough to hold each one as though they were the only one.

When the moment was right… Love Himself extended His hand toward the ornate velvet crimson red seat near the fireplace… the Seat of Love… wide enough for two… soft enough to cradle a weary soul… crafted with reverence and decorated with tenderness. Come sit with Me… His heart whispered… and the Child of Love felt the invitation like a warm breeze moving through their spirit. They walked toward Him slowly… not out of fear… but out of awe… and when they sat beside Him… the Seat of Love… the Loveseat for two… seemed to embrace them both… as though it had been waiting their whole lifetime for this very Heart2Heart moment.

Love Himself turned toward the child… His Presence gentle… patient… comforting… and for a long moment He said nothing. He let His nearness speak first… let His Heart speak first… let Love speak first. The Child of Love felt the quiet comfort of His Presence settle into them… felt their breath easing… slowing… syncing… felt their heart soften… felt the achings inside begin to melt into Love in the warmth of His Presence. They didn’t know how to begin… but they didn’t need to. Love Himself always begins… and invites His children to join in His Love Song and Love Dance with His Heart.

He lifted His hand and rested it lightly over the child’s heart… not to take anything… not to fix anything… but to honor the sacredness of the special one He loved. His touch was gentle… reverent… because He was touching something priceless to His Heart. Child of My Heart… My Child of Love… He whispered… I have loved you with an everlasting Love… My Love has no beginning and no ending for you…

His healing words entered the child like Light… soft… steady… restoring.

You are not an afterthought… He continued… you are not a burden… you are not a mistake… you are not forgotten… you are not overlooked… you are not too much… and you are not not enough…

The child’s breath trembled… not from fear… but from the tenderness of being seen so deeply.

You are My delight… He said… My joy… My chosen one… My beloved… My Child of Love… I call you by name… you are Mine…

The fire flickered brighter… as though it was fully in agreement.

You carry worth that cannot be measured… He whispered… value that cannot be diminished… identity that cannot be stolen… because your identity is found in My Son… the Son of Love… and what He has spoken over you is eternal. Your identity is engraved upon My Heart… and your name is written like a Love‑signature upon My palms…

The Child of Love felt something blooming inside their heart… their whole being… something warm… something eternally alive… something like First Love awakening inside them for the very first time. And in that moment… the Child of Love understood the Father of Love’s Love… this was not just any love story… this was where… when… and how the Heart2Heart Lovestory between the Child of Love and Love Himself first begins. This was the birthplace of First Love… the moment their two hearts met face to face… Heart2Heart… without fear… without hesitation… and something holy between their two hearts was experienced.

You are cherished… He said… not because of what you do… but because of who you are to Me…

You are wanted… You are welcomed… You are Mine…

He leaned His forehead gently against the Child of Love… the closeness so deep… their hearts were now breathing together… as One…

My Love is your First Love… the Father of Love whispered… We love together because I first loved you… My Precious Love that has always been yours… My Love that called you before you knew My name… the Love that has always been here waiting for you… the Love that opens My Heart to you for you to receive and experience… the Love that rejoices over you with singing… the Love that makes us One… Heart2Heart…

The Child of Love felt their heart beginning to open wider… wider than they ever knew it could… and in that widening… something eternal blossomed… something so sweet and tender… something holy. First Love bloomed between them like the Perfect Rose from the Garden of Love’s Heart… a Love not based on a feeling… but a movement… a Love Revival… a holy experience rooted in the Truth of His Love Words… a true Heart2Heart connection and union… a Heart2Heart belonging that Love Himself promised could never be undone.

The Father of Love held the Child of Love so close… securely… freely… lovingly… compassionately and tenderly… the way only a Gentleman of Perfect Love can hold His precious Child of Love’s heart. This… He whispered… is where your Heart2Heart Lovestory… the story of our First Love… begins…

Jeremiah 31:3 — His everlasting Love that called you first

Isaiah 43:1 — His voice calling you by name, saying you are His
Zephaniah 3:17 — His rejoicing over you with singing
Isaiah 49:16 — your name engraved upon His palms
1 John 4:19 — the truth of First Love, that He loved you first
Ephesians 3:17–19 — the wide, long, high, and deep Love that fills His Home
Song of Songs 2:4 — His banner of Love over your life
Psalm 139 — the tender knowing, seeing, and holding of your heart

Heart2Heart in His Love,

Momo Smiley

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