You knew I was going to write one, didn’t you? I’ve been holding off because I’ve been realizing more and more lately that everything in my life is a blessing, even beyond food, shelter, clothing.
Every breath I take. Every smile on the faces of my kids. Every time my fantastic husband puts his arm around me. Laying down in my gloriously soft bed every night. The fingers I’m using to type this post.
Knowing that I am loved by God with a love so awesomely invincible that nothing I do can ever damage it, lessen it, end it, or change it.
Here are the lyrics to a song by The David Crowder Band. This song has really been on my mind lately.
He Is Jealous For Me
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…
He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
You may be wondering right now why I included all the “love” lines, when it’s just the same thing repeated over and over.
Can we ever fully absorb the depth of God’s love for us?
In church, I hold the wafer and cup of juice during communion, thinking about all the terrible thoughts I’ve indulged toward others throughout the week. Thinking about all the things I should have done, but didn’t. All the times I pushed God aside – because I had to wash the dishes, clean the house, blog.
And I wonder how He can love me so much – me, the ungrateful, the harsh, the lazy, the too-busy-to-find-time-for-God.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8 (NIV)
Oh, how He loves us.
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