I love music. If you know anything about me, you know music is important and there is always a song running through my brain, always. Most of the time it's a worship song! I just love singing to Jesus ;)
This week, I get to lead 'How He Loves' by John Mark McMillan. It's a great song with an even greater testimony behind it. Since I'm singing lead on it this week, I've been thinking about it a lot, singing it a lot, and even attempting to play it on my guitar. (HA!)
The words to this song are just becoming more and more real and it's making me see how even more powerful it really is. And then I think of where it came from: The brokenness of a man who just lost a friend and is angry. He's questioning the same God that this friend who died, willingly gave his life for. I think it was a moment of truth for him. Did he trust God, did he know God or was everything he believed about God all a lie? In the end, what came out of John Mark's brokenness was the sweet aroma of praise to the risen Savior. Wow.
As I'm writing this, I'm just thinking about the lyrics: "Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy."
I've seen those news videos of hurricanes before: The tree bending down and nearly touching the ground, some of the trees have smaller pieces of them break off, others snap at the trunk, while others are completely pulled from the ground, root and all! It's quite an awesome sight!
It makes me see the love of God in such a different perspective. His love is such an overwhelming force that absolutely changes us. We don't stay the same when He comes. Just like those trees, we can't. It is utterly impossible.
It also makes me think of what kind of tree I am when His love comes in. Am I one who will bow and bend or will I break? Will I allow the wind to blow some of the branches off my tree or will I try to make my stand and be immovable only to be uprooted?
I hope to be the one that when the presence of God comes in, when His tangible love hits my being, that I am bendable, plyable, moldable. I hope to let the Lover of my soul have His way in me. I want to be broken by His love...just to let Him put me back together. I'll let Him use the wind of His love to blow off those wounds, lies and hurts that have tried to hold onto me.
I just pray that I never harden my heart to His love. I pray I won't let pride and arrogance keep me in a place where His love cannot penetrate my being. I pray I never get so full of myself that the only way His love can touch me is if He blows me down, root and all.
If He has to, He'll do it though....'cause He is jealous for me.
