This has been a dangerous summer. Three out of four of my children have made trips to the emergency room. And we’ve come home with stitches and staples and transfers to different hospitals. We have physical wounds and injuries, and we’ve had emotional hurts and heartaches. There has been a spiritual battle raging over my home, and it has manifested in physical and wounding ways.
Wounds that are not just born of flesh and bone, but of spirit and soul. These are the deepest. These are the most dangerous and we have struggled. But we are not alone. I’ve heard and read again and again this week that we are pursued. Pursued by the lover of our souls.
Oh sweet reader, the bible-this gospel, it is a love story.
As a woman, I love the love stories. I soak up Hallmark movies and sweet stories. I am lost in the romance and the simplicity of building a life and a relationship with someone who loves. I revel in the pursuit-the first moment when boy sees girl and the game is on, because she’s worth it. In every good love story there’s a conflict. There’s a time when one or the other turns away and questions the validity of the love and relationship. The pros and cons are weighed and they are left to decide if this fragile bond is worth continued work. If it really is love.
We humans are fickle like that. We want it all, but we don’t want to put the work in. We want the chase and the romance, but when it comes time to put the work into the relationship, we get lazy. We want to be pursued at all times. We want the constant feel of being sought after. And that’s just what Jesus does.
We see it in the old testament, with Gomer and Hosea, Noah, Hannah, Ruth and Naomi, Esther and over and over again. His pursuit of us is flooded through the new testament in the stories of his healing and provision. The miracles and the parables and the time after time again of grace upon grace. Then we see it in full, the ultimate sacrifice. The purest of love and the holiest of offerings-all for our hand. The dowry paid in full. The bride-price met and lavishly overspent.
He has followed us, caught our eye, and patiently waited for us to come to him. The sweetest love story. The most beautiful redemption from ashes. The scars that are made whole and the silver of our souls that is refined through the fires of his refinement.
It has been a hard summer, and it will continue to be so. There will be growing pains and heartache as the spiritual battle fought on this place continues. It would be easy to see this conflict and doubt his love. How simple to say that he must not care-that this relationship means nothing and I am on my own. But I know that this is just humanity talking. I know that the lover of my soul is never absent, never distant, but always present. I know that it is love, as beautiful and as pure as love can be. Because each day we are pursued. And each day we have only but to say yes.
Joining today with Lisha and #GiveMeGrace