This line... has been running through my head for a good couple of months, first heard it on Coldplay's 'Message' and it blew me away. It also appears to have featured in a hymn too (thanks Dan!) which is even more amazing. I love it when things that aren't overtly about God just glorify him so much.
I've not written on here in a looooong while, mainly because my life has been very busy, and I've been so sleepy that late night blog sessions just haven't happened. However, I thought I'd just have a wee scribble, and share a smidge of the revelations I have had lately. Triggered by something I read, I've been trying to get my head around Jesus being 'lover of my soul' and all that that embodies. Since then I've really been made aware of how much of what God does comes from his heart acheing to love us, and for us to love him. And love him intimately. The book I was reading mentioned God's vulnerability.... which seemed a new concept to me.
The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.
Nobody wants to be loved because 'they have to' and this is also true of God, he didn't make us to be puppets. In order for us to have genuine love for him, he had to give us the choice, and in that-risking us rejecting his love. In giving us this freedom, he is allowing us to say no to his love, to him, eternally. Of course, the flip side of this is immense, if we choose to accept his love!
And that flip side is what is challenging me at the moment. I don't want to be satisfied with 'God loves me'... I want to know, and experience what that actually means in reality.
I want to know more of the intimacy I can have with my Maker, with the lover of my soul.
2 comments:
hey hun
have missed your blogging!and am missin you!loads!
i totally get what you mean i no God loves me but its a head thing i want to no it in my heart as a real thing!!!
love you very very muchly
steph
xxx
Bee, I think you'd like to read some John Piper. I think you'd love it.
This is by Charles Wesley:
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name,
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.
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