“I love you.”
“I love you, too!”
Any other response to those 3 words would take me by surprise.
I guess that’s why I laugh when Little Man responds to “I love you!” with a big, fat, “YEAH.”
As great as it is, that those 3 words can be heard around our house frequently, I’m challenging myself to never take them for granted. When My Hero says it to me, instead of quickly replying back with a cordial “I love you, too”, sometimes I just silently take it in…..He. Loves. Me.
There’s a David Crowder Band song about receiving God’s love that took me a while to really embrace as a worship song. Here are some of the lyrics:
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 so.
He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
(Lyrics always seem a little funny if you haven’t heard the tune, but it’s a really beautiful song!)
I was confused when we first sang it in church as a worship song. To me, corporate worship is a time to bring all of my mental and emotional focus onto the Lord, knowing that He is our great Creator, Savior, and Friend. So singing a song that puts ME as the recipient of adoration just didn’t seem appropriate.
However, I’m starting to realize that the very fact that Sovereign God would take a wretch like me in, forgive me, and accept me into His kingdom is quite astounding, remarkable, and absolutely worthy of honor.
Not only has He accepted me, He has also chosen me to pour His storehouses of love upon.
I…..completely and totally underserving to be in His presence at all……am receiving His GRACE and LOVE abundantly.
In the few times that I have actually tried to wrap my mind around that mysterious love,
it’s brought me to tears and trembling. It’s brought me to the greatest reverence I’ve ever experienced.
Maybe my Little Man is onto something.
I think we should tell the Lord that we love Him all day long.
But could true worship happen when we respond to His love,
with a silent, “Yes“?
joy: We’ll never even begin to fathom the measure of His great love until we’re united with Him in heaven!