Love Lived

Dear Father, thank You for a good day of interaction – leadership with a heart for You and Your kingdom is always an encouragement and a motivation! Help us all to be men and women after Your own heart! Amen.

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This past week the Administrative Assistant from our district office shared a Facebook post of a young lady with whom she is acquainted. This young lady is a relatively recent college graduate and has not been married too awfully long either. She may be young but she sure seems deep to me. This is her original post; I am grateful that she allowed me to share it. May it lift your spirit this day!

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About a week or two ago I couldn’t sleep. It was 3:00 AM and I felt the strong urge to write. So I got out my phone and started typing in the notes section. A few days later, I was having a particularly difficult day, and I was reminded of that late-night session with Jesus. I got out my notes, began reading, and simply couldn’t stop the tears. Friends, God is good. He speaks in such amazing ways. Hopefully someone else needed to hear these words from Him as well.

*Love Lived*

It’s like breathing.

The act of loving God is enveloping. It takes the form of song, meditation, reading, observing nature, thoughtful wisdom, conversation, writing, and movement. It is an experience that lights up the brain like no other earthly rival. It moves us, holds us, comforts us, and challenges us all at once. And as we learn more and more about Him and his radical 1 above 99 love, His humble servanthood compassion, His astronomical grace, we are compelled to action. There is no other possible response. This love we get to experience begins to effortlessly pour out into our daily thoughts and words and actions.

And so, we meet the orphan and widow—the child with more horrific days than good ones, the manic locked in cycles of depression and the sweet soul trapped in a developmentally limited body that isn’t deserved.

We meet them and we serve them and we empower them and we LOVE them.

And we are LOVE LIVED.

Because somehow, when we live in the crossroads of dedicated worship and active obedience, there is no “empty cup” danger because—the reality is startling—there is no cup. Just a steady stream of love pouring right through.

And this is how we know how wide and long and high and deep the fathers love. When we keep receiving and giving, receiving and giving, receiving and giving… we feel it. We touch it, hold it, claim it, and press it into those who need it. We become so familiar with it that we KNOW the measure of his love… And in this act we rejoice and cry and worship—because there is no end to the input there is no end to the output.

It’s like breathing.

And our roots sink deep.

Sept 4^th, 2019, Tues, 1:02 pm