My name is love.
Literally it is. My
name means beloved. One who is greatly
loved.
Sometimes I forget.
Sometimes I forget that when my name is called I should hear
‘Hey there, the one who I love so freaking much.’
It should be a reminder of how the Father sees me. He sees me and says ‘You’re the one I love.’
And if I’m reminded every time I hear my name or every time
I see my name that I am the ONE he LOVES what should that look like in my life.
I think it looks like dancing when I want to.
I think it looks like singing at the top of my lungs.
I think it looks like speaking up when I have something to
say.
I think it looks like walking into
a room full of people who don’t know me without fear.
I think it looks like praying for
the stranger in Wal-Mart for their broken arm, leg, mind to be made whole.
I think it looks like trusting that
the place the Lord has said is safe to give my heart is truly safe.
I think it looks like believing the promises spoken in my
heart long ago.
Even the ones that seem impossible.
Especially the ones that seem impossible.
So, today I’m DANCING.
And today I’m SINGING.
And today I’m SPEAKING
up.
And most importantly today I am BELIEVING.
