I like that God loves me enough to spend a whole week reminding me of my own uselessness. It’s good to still the hands and close the eyes and recognize that really, I have nothing to offer alone. He has designed me to need Him moment by moment. And oh, the blessed relief of my own smallness!

Receiving and extending Love – that’s what an overflowing cup looks like. It’s a wild Love that is infinitely better than any warm, fuzzy but fleeting love this world can offer. Fierce Love – it asks for my all. It makes the dull parts of me passionate. Alive. It looks deep into my dark, not away from it. It heals me – my wounds don’t scare Him, they invite Him. This Love that wars and wrestles and consumes all in its path; it lifts, alights and gives flight. It doesn’t just free, it releases. I want an overflowing cup for Love to burst through me and give breath to this breathless world.

Enjoy your weekend, friend

“But why? But how?

How is it that the King, the Creator, the Beautiful and the Mighty

Has vowed to love and adore me?

How can it be so?

And I so dirty…I so unlovely…I so dark.

And Him so pure…Him so Fair…Him so good…How is it so?

Jesus, I do not understand.

It is too much. It is too great a thing…for one so undeserving.

Yet even in this You delight. You love me in my weakness.

You love me in my helplessness.

You do not ask me to be strong.

You do not ask me to first be deserving.

For I shall never deserve such a love.

It is based not on my deserving. It is based not on my earnings.

All that I could ever do would never be enough.

It would never cause my heart to be found worthy.

And you delight in it to be this way.

You cause my attempts to be found empty and my strivings to end dry.

For never will You love me for them

Your love for me is too rich and too great to be bought at so low a price.

It is a love I could never afford, nor am asked to pay a penny for.

It is mine. Freely it is mine. Given as a free gift.

What all the kings and princes of the world could not afford,

You have handed to my little heart.

What love is this, my Jesus, and why do You love me?

Oh, why have You cast Your riches and Your wealth

to such a soul as mine?

If I had the strength I would say,

“Please…for justice’s sake…love another.”

But I cannot say such words. A fool I would be to turn You away.

Love me then, Oh Perfect King. Love the poor and dirty.

Love the one who cannot earn nor pay.

Love the despised and rejected.

Love one who can bring You nothing except the tears of a lovesick heart.

Love me.

For I cannot turn You away.

I cannot deny such love

Love me then, my Jesus. As You have vowed, love and adore little me…”