Stop for a moment, BeautifulSoul,
I remember how the beauty stung me. It rattled, and stilled me. I was in a remote place in the mountains. At that time life . . . job . . . motherhood. . . relationships were way too hectic – challenging my confidence and my faith a million ways to Sunday. It’s weird to describe being overtaken by that moment, but I felt naked and robed at the same time, completely empty, yet totally filled. But, mostly I felt every ounce of my Father’s presence, very, very loved – loved there, loved for all time, because that’s the nature of love.
Before arriving, I was weary, tired of giving myself constant pep-talks just to function. Surely, other people get through days without questioning their purpose – wondering what could have been . . . if only. . .
But, there, looking across God’s expansive creation, recognizing it was His voice that had brought me here, I remember how logically the nonsense suddenly fit together – “You’re always cared for child”. The nature of the love of the God of the Angel Armies was all encompassing. His love is sacred, and in that moment I realized that His sacred love is consistent.
Our Father’s love isn’t like an old lover that tosses you in the closet or loses interest if you gain an extra chin or two. He is not fickle, or demanding, or dependent on you to do something for Him.
You are here, in this place today to see Him in your insecurities. Get quiet for a moment and allow yourself to feel His love.
Wake up. Feel love. Go.
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