Love or 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇

I woke up this morning with David’s words on my heart, bless the Lord oh my soul, and all that is within me bless his holy name. Yeaaa, that says a lot, but let’s take a look at the TPT version. It is in my opinion more evocative, and definitely more my speed, with my whole heart, with my whole life, and with my innermost being, I bow in wonder and love before you, the holy God! Yahweh you are my soul’s celebration |Psalm 103:1|.

It’s the day after the resurrection, and I have never been more in awe of God. Holy week hit different for me this year. It’s the most aware, and present I think I have ever been. I wasn’t just going through the motions of religiosity. I was there as the scenes played out, and I sat at his feet while he bled on the cross. I was looking up at him, tears streaming down my face as he said it is finished. Those words keep ringing in my ears, the soothing echo of love. As I walked through the aisle of the grocery store this morning (hence the late post…my bad 🤦🏽‍♀️), being mindful of social distancing, but saying sorry almost every 5 minutes (because well SD is not a habit), those words kept turning in my head, and while driving home I came to a rousing conclusion. All the pain I have ever felt is a droplet in the bucket of pain Jesus endured leading up to the cross. What a wawu, (a Nigerian ‘dramatic’ variation of) WOW!

When you have a moment, please read Psalm 103 in the TPT translation. There is just so much unveiling in David’s words. He paints a vivid picture of reverence, but also a heavenly symphony, modulated with the soft undertones of sweetness, humility and awareness. The Mona Lisa of fellowship, yet something more divine. Amongst the best orchestras in the world, the Vienna Philharmonic stands out as arguably the greatest. Yet, I imagine nothing greater than the angels worshiping God in tandem with Davids’ exaltations. He is one I would love to knock back a few cups of tea with. But I am a yay for wine, if available in heaven.

I once had a boy say, I’ll die for you. I remember this, and can’t help but laugh. One moment, his words were the stars that blanketed the skies of my world, and the next moment it was a tsunami, as he whispered those same words into the ears of another. That boy must have died a thousand deaths by the age of 18. He wore the phrase playa playa like a badge of honour. He and a few others deserve to be in the whatever pile. But lest I digress.

Y’all there is just something so unexplainably beautiful about this kind of love. It just…I don’t know, takes my breath away. I pray that every single person on the face of this earth gets to experience, and enjoy the fullness of God’s love as overtly as it was shown on the cross.

Happy monyaaaaaaaaaaay!

xoxo

Mel.