This Life—A Love Song
Dear God, Maker of me,
There have been nights when with the deepest ache I’ve reached out for You, longing to be held.
I’ve thought that if only I could reach out far enough to touch even the hem of your garment, I’d be healed. Not just to know that You are there and that You are real but to feel your love, all-encompassing. I’ve wondered why there exists this ache in my chest for more of You if You didn’t intend to fill it.
And I have found that You are there and are not silent. Your love pulses toward me in a thousand ways at every turn. I have but to cease striving and listen. It’s there in the stillness that I hear the rhythmic beating of your heart.
Broken for me, you let my sins rip your skin, tear your veins, crush your brow. You were bruised up so I could be healed up. I know how lost I’ve been. Oh, but You’ve come running, heading in my direction, and I’ve been found!
I praise You. And I write it down that on this day, when I was trying to get a hold of You, You were close. Could it be that You were reaching out first, that You’ve even been there all along?
Though my lips are stammering, Lord, I belt it out and I hear You singing, too. Calming me with your love. Rejoicing over me with your songs. I give You all I’ve got—this life—my love song.
The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you with his love; he will exult over you with loud singing (Zephaniah 3:17 ESV).
*Excerpted from Finding God at the Kitchen Sink, pages 63-66.