[When the weight of life begins to fall, on the name of Jesus I will call, for I know my God is in control, and His purpose is unshakeable. Doesn’t matter what I feel, doesn’t matter what I see, my hope will always be in Your promises to me. Now I’m casting out all fear, for Your love has set me free. My hope will always be in Your promises to me.]
Sitting here in the Dominican Republic, on a little tile patio shaded from the harsh mid-day sunshine, the gentle breeze wrapping all around me, I can’t help but reflect on all the love Jesus has been pouring out on me this month. Its been a month of little love notes, seeing Jesus in the details. Leaving for the race I was terrified of all the unknown stretching out before me, but Jesus took my hand and gently led me. As I followed I asked Jesus to show me more of himself and how he loves me because I want a deeper relationship with him. I want to never question the depths of His love for me because I see and know the rich, fullness of His heart for me. I want to be loved in a way I’ve never known before.
I started getting up each morning before the sunrise. Sunrises and sunsets are my favorite things. I love simply sitting and being still and watching Jesus paint the sky. I would climb out of my eno, grab my Bible and music, and go sit on the porch. Sitting, listening to worship music, talking to Jesus, just soaking in His presence, I felt so very loved. Loved, wanted, chosen, cherished, beloved. I don’t really have the words to try and explain to you what its been like, but imagine a time and place that you felt most loved and secure and its been like living in that. I never want it to end.
Since I don’t have the words I’m just going to tell you the little examples of ways I’ve noticed Jesus in the details.
Sunrises and sunsets.
Short afternoon rain showers.
Gentle breezes.
Handwritten notes from friends.
Jesus Calling.
Worship music drifting around the corners of the porch as friends play guitar.
Fresh, delicious avocados and tomatoes.
Cold Coca-cola.
Finding marble cake at the a Colmado.
Discovering notes left in my Bible from friends both here and at home.
Quiet naps in my eno during siesta hour.
A friend gently playing with my hair while we talk about the day.
Little adventures out into Lajas.
Drawing pictures, jumping on the trampoline, and laughing until tears with Caroline.
Snuggling with the missionaries golden retrievers.
Facetime with my best friends and brother.
Listening to others stories of how good Jesus has been to them.
Hearing peoples hearts and passions.
So here I sit, marveling at how loved I am.
