I had a thought when I was walking today. I was missing Brent (who is gone on a weekend away) and God used this momentary feeling to give me a picture of an eternal truth. Here it is:
When Brent and I argue fiercely and finally come to a place
of unity, the reconciliation is so true and right and satisfying to my soul
that I yearn for him in a way that I don’t experience when all is right between
us. I think it is that way with
God too…except that we don’t always understand the life-altering reconciliation
that is offered us. If we truly sensed our brokenness and saw the great chasm
that Jesus closed for us, our hearts would thirst desperately for the Father’s
love and we would drink it in deeply.
We would be satisfied in Him alone. We would long to stay close.
And our hearts would sing for joy.
The Psalmist says it well in Psalm 63:1-8:
O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,
beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life,
my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as I live;
in your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food,
and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips,
when I remember you upon my bed,
and meditate on you in the watches of the night;
for you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.
May it be so for me, and for
you, as we seek the Ultimate Reconciler, Jesus Christ.
How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss -
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss -
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
“How Deep the Father’s Love for Us” by Stuart Townend
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