On Being Made to Lie Down
God is a lover. A lover who knows how to love better than any human ever could. No really. He is.
This morning I woke up in a pretty bad mood. Life's been busy lately and I've heard it said that if the devil can't make you fall, he'll make you busy...or something like that. I know, quite well, that this is true. It's times like this, when I'm the busiest and the most stressed out about life, that I find spending time with God less and less important. Sleep becomes more important. Like this morning. And the morning before that. And the morning before that.
The thing is, it's usually times like this when I need to spend time with my lover the most, listening to Him whisper words of life into my ear. I've never seen a girl, who knows she's loved, walk around without a spring in her step. A smile on her face.
And because my step lacks spring and my smile has grown tired, I've come to realize that, I myself, have forgotten my first love. It's time to remember Him again.
So here's to remembering the lover of my soul.
He left me a love letter today. It was written across the sky in pink and purple and yellow ink. It was painted with the overflowing heart of a Being, desperately in love with his beloved. It whispered to me, with beautiful lips, of the love of my creator for me. It told of the memories of love and life and joy that we'd shared, before I'd forgotten Him. It told of redemption and freedom and release. All this and more was written in the love letter of the sunrise that He left for me this morning. Left for me upon the sky.
"My lover spoke and said to me,
'Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.'"
Song of Songs 2:10
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So I wrote all of that Friday night. It's Sunday morning. I spent all day yesterday either sleeping or throwing up. I'll kindly spare you the details. I still don't feel all that great this morning, but at least my brain seems to be working fairly well (something it wasn't doing a lot of yesterday).
But as I read through the earlier part of this post, I couldn't help but smile. Because God's love for me comes in many shapes and sizes and colors. One day He is showering his colorful love upon me in sunrises and rainbows, and the next He is carrying me through hell. Yet His love is always there.
Until about I year ago, I never had an answer to the age old question, "If God is a loving God, why do bad things happen?". And I honestly still don't fully understand the answer to this question. I'm not God, nor will I ever fully understand how He thinks or why He does what He does. But I do know this. That God is sovereign and every single thing that happens in this life happens because He has ordained it to happen. And I believe my God would never put the people He lovingly created through pain and horror unless He had a very good reason for it. Unless there was something to be gained.
"He makes me lie down in green pastures"
Psalm 23:2
As I said earlier, I've been busy lately. Really busy. And the busier I got, the harder I pushed myself. The more I relied on my own strength.
And the God who loves me, made me lie down. Made me rest in His arms.
Because He loves me.
This morning I woke up in a pretty bad mood. Life's been busy lately and I've heard it said that if the devil can't make you fall, he'll make you busy...or something like that. I know, quite well, that this is true. It's times like this, when I'm the busiest and the most stressed out about life, that I find spending time with God less and less important. Sleep becomes more important. Like this morning. And the morning before that. And the morning before that.
The thing is, it's usually times like this when I need to spend time with my lover the most, listening to Him whisper words of life into my ear. I've never seen a girl, who knows she's loved, walk around without a spring in her step. A smile on her face.
And because my step lacks spring and my smile has grown tired, I've come to realize that, I myself, have forgotten my first love. It's time to remember Him again.
So here's to remembering the lover of my soul.
He left me a love letter today. It was written across the sky in pink and purple and yellow ink. It was painted with the overflowing heart of a Being, desperately in love with his beloved. It whispered to me, with beautiful lips, of the love of my creator for me. It told of the memories of love and life and joy that we'd shared, before I'd forgotten Him. It told of redemption and freedom and release. All this and more was written in the love letter of the sunrise that He left for me this morning. Left for me upon the sky.
"My lover spoke and said to me,
'Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.'"
Song of Songs 2:10
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So I wrote all of that Friday night. It's Sunday morning. I spent all day yesterday either sleeping or throwing up. I'll kindly spare you the details. I still don't feel all that great this morning, but at least my brain seems to be working fairly well (something it wasn't doing a lot of yesterday).
But as I read through the earlier part of this post, I couldn't help but smile. Because God's love for me comes in many shapes and sizes and colors. One day He is showering his colorful love upon me in sunrises and rainbows, and the next He is carrying me through hell. Yet His love is always there.
Until about I year ago, I never had an answer to the age old question, "If God is a loving God, why do bad things happen?". And I honestly still don't fully understand the answer to this question. I'm not God, nor will I ever fully understand how He thinks or why He does what He does. But I do know this. That God is sovereign and every single thing that happens in this life happens because He has ordained it to happen. And I believe my God would never put the people He lovingly created through pain and horror unless He had a very good reason for it. Unless there was something to be gained.
"He makes me lie down in green pastures"
Psalm 23:2
As I said earlier, I've been busy lately. Really busy. And the busier I got, the harder I pushed myself. The more I relied on my own strength.
And the God who loves me, made me lie down. Made me rest in His arms.
Because He loves me.
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