Friday, May 2, 2008

Dancing in His Rain

Lately, I’ve just felt so overwhelmed by the love of the Lord. I feel like the Father is allowing His spring and winter rains to just pour over me. “Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth. Sow for yourselves righteousness, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the LORD, until he comes and showers righteousness on you.” Hosea 6:3, 10:12 I’m letting it soak me and allowing nothing else to pull me away from this amazing moment, this special season in life. I want to be at the place where every drop of His presence absorbs and completely saturates every heartstring, every fiber of my being, my very soul. I want to dance in His rain! I want this incredible love to drive me to yearn for my heart to beat in rhythm with His. My heart’s cry is for the Lord’s desires to be my desires, His thoughts to be my thoughts and His words to be my words. I want to be a daughter who is attentive to my Heavenly Father’s consistent whispers; the intimate secrets that He is so prepared to unfold before my very eyes. “Surely the Sovereign LORD does nothing without revealing his plan to his servants the prophets.” Amos 3:7 Father, I truly stand amazed by how wide and long and high and deep Your love is! Jesus, you take my breath away!
How He Loves
By: John Mark Mcmillen
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane,
I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us so
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…