I love, love.
I’m talking about the kind of love that awakes you out of the depths of your sleep, simple thoughts of moments shared with them warming your heart. A love that causes you to travel miles upon miles just to spend a short amount of time with them. Love that causes you to jot down things they’ve said to you in hopes that you’ll never forget those words, fragranced with adoration and flattery.
A love that causes you to stay up late into the night and makes you want to rise earlier to spend time together. A love that takes mundane things and makes them splendid, just simply because you get to do them together.
Do you know the type of love I’m talking about?
Either, you are experiencing this type of love in your own life, you desire it, wish to have it or don’t give a darn about it.
In the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan, Chan tells a story about his Grandma Carla.
“Every morning Clara would kneel by her bed and spend precious hours with her Savior and Love; later in the day, just the sight of that corner of her bed would bring joy-filled tears and a deep anticipation of the next morning spent kneeling in His presence. Grandma Clara acted toward God the way we act towards people we’re madly in love with.”
Clara’s story begs the question;
Am I craving my relationship with Him as I crave other love relationships?
This, although it is something I may never master in my lifetime, is a way of living that I desire to strive for. What could it mean for me to live a life being so fully consumed by my love for Him that I find no hollowness or void in my own life?
What does this adoration for the Lover of my soul look like in my own life?
“You will call Me Ishi (my man, my husband) and will no longer call Me Baali (my lord, my master)”.