His Love Storm

His Love Storm...(inspired by Jeremiah 17)

Listening to: Gracious Tempest by Hillsong Young & Free 

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Your love is like a storm...as you tower over me...I'm lost in it all.

On a day like today...I dreaded being alone. 

On a day like today...I dreaded feeling as though my soul had no home.

Your love is like a storm...Crashing over me, surging with no remorse nor regret... with no sign of rest within the Heavens...your unending grace pours down upon me. You have saturated my dry spirit. You have drowned my sorrows in your love. You have immersed me in the wonder of your love. Your love has saved my soul...because your love is like a storm.

Witnessing the mist sacrifice is offspring of droplets upon the windowpane...her words spoke to my heart...you spoke to me through her...a voice full of your kind spirit. A voice willing to testify of your goodness until the very end...a voice who has swam in the rivers of your love...she pierced my hardened heart with a smile so filled with delight; an infection only you can produce.

Delicate and youthful as a water balloon, my tears were screaming for the chance to burst out! Behind such a weak exterior, I knew there was nothing else I could do...

In a chorus of chants they yelled, "Let Us fly! Let Us free! Let Us live! Let Us be!" My senses becoming conscious of such a chorus, opened themselves up to your presence through hers. They felt your voice, heard your smile, saw your perfume of grace, tasted your unending love. 

Crashing over me...surging like a raging sea...immersed me with your love...each tear began to free fall in epic euphoria! Damp spots, streams of hope, and a renewed mind. Damp spots, streams of hope, and a renewed mind...damp spots, streams of hope, and a renewed mind...

(There will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.)

Storm: a disturbance of the normal condition of the atmosphere, manifesting itself by winds of unusual force or direction, often accompanied by rain. 

Jeremiah 17:5-8 reads 

"Cursed is the strong one who depends on mere humans,

Who thinks he can make it on muscle alone

    and sets God aside as dead weight.

He’s like a tumbleweed on the prairie,

    out of touch with the good earth.

He lives rootless and aimless

    in a land where nothing grows.

                             

“But blessed is the man who trusts me, God,

    the woman who sticks with God.

They’re like trees replanted in Eden,

    putting down roots near the rivers—

Never a worry through the hottest of summers,

    never dropping a leaf,

Serene and calm through droughts,

bearing fresh fruit ever season.

My prayer is that I/we lean on God and not ourselves. May we ask him to bring about a raging storm of love into our lives to shake things up a bit. Out with the old, and in with the new. May we never seek love in all the wrong places but understand that planting our hope in him allows for us to never worry and always bear his blessings! His love is greater than the greatest love

you know... 

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