In the midst of my storm.
He throws dandelions my way.
He laughs and shouts of His love.
His love for life, His love for me.
I created the wind, yet He uses it to help those flowers soar.
I poured out the rain, but He looked at it like confetti falling from the sky.
I threw down the mud on my concrete heart, and He saw it as a floor of opportunity to dance upon.
He is the only One with the ability to turn my storms into something worth celebrating.
He takes what I intend for evil and uses it as beautiful gateways to draw closer to my cold touch.
It is impossible for me to love like this and though He knows, He doesn’t hold back.
If He did to me what I do to Him, would I run away?
Or would I stay and fight for Him in the storm?
If He nailed me to a cross, would I give my life just to see Him dance in the rain?
I long to love like my Father- relentlessly and without expectation. He gives it so freely, so willingly. He wants nothing more than to share this love with a world that can only see the storms, bringing the beauty out of them.
Have you allowed Him to show you that despite your mistakes, your hurts, and your imperfections- He wants nothing more than to take you in and dance? That though you can never love Him in such a way, He wouldn’t dream of holding back His love for you? That you put a smile on His face just simply by being who you are?
Have you accepted that the God of the universe loves you like this?
