Rise with a shout
Cry out, "Our God's alive"
Rise Holy fire, burn bright, burn bright
Cry out for freedom
Rise, Church, oh, rise
Our God's alive
How true and beautiful that is. I don't know about anyone else, but so often I get so caught up in the hurt that I'm facing that I all the sudden forget to notice the trees around me. Or the birds chirping, or the kids laughing. Whatever it may be, I look straight past it, caught up in myself. And here's the real kicker. Me, being a hopeless romantic, dream about being so loved someday that I will receive love letters from someone who admires and adores me. And really, when I think about that, I imagine a love letter written on paper yea? Hello Hannah, open your eyes! God is sending His breathtaking love letter to me EACH DAY as I am literally surrounded by His love. His love letter to me is the beautiful weather and the stranger who smiles at me. His love the music that brings tears to my eyes and the friends that I have been so incredibly blessed with. His love letter to me is everywhere, every second of my life. How could I be so blind to this dream come true? No one else could ever replace His endearing love letter to me.
What's even more amazing is the fact that God has a love letter for each and every one of us here, and each one is different. What could be better than that? I am loved infinitely.
So although I have been busy, I have been blessed with God's graces as He opened my eyes to the reality that maybe I should just take that step back and really breathe. And then pause, and take in His love letter to me. And now I must continue on, growing in my faith, and sending my love letter right on back to Him. My Lord and Savior is just too precious, He is my love.
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