True Love

God has REALLY been speaking to me lately. I can’t believe how absolutely amazing His power and understanding is. This morning I was thinking about love. I started reading a book called Hinds’ Feet On High Places by Hannah Hurnard and I found myself meditating on the power of love. When I first met my husband I was such a lost soul inside. I couldn’t understand how this guy actually liked me. Of course, I didn’t know the One true love there is, God. How did I expect to know how to give love, if I didn’t know what True Love really was.

Gradually, I began to get lifted out of the pit I had dug for myself. Looking back I can see it in slow motion, first my hand reaches for the skies then my body follows. My feet are the last to be taken up. I do not drag with remorse; I do not weigh much… I am raised as if gliding through the air like a light feather. That is how easy it is for God to raise us up. So many times what hindered me were the perceptions I had of myself that weighed me down like a ball and chain does to so many. I can see myself sinking into the blackness of the massive ocean. My breaths are diminishing, the oxygen in my lungs is running out…I look around in the claustrophobia of my mind and see no one to hold on to. Nothing. Not even a rock to grasp onto or even a simple leaf floating from its rooted base. The heaviness of the iron ball is pulling me down into the abyss…I cannot breath. Oh Lord, help me!

"I love those who love me; And those who diligently seek me will find me." Proverbs 8: 17

And as soon as I uttered those words in my deep desperation, there He was. His hand punctured through the wall of the surface of the ocean. It rushed down and reached my faint hand. Out of the nothingness I was in, there was the perfect, strong hand that allowed me to hold on to. The heaviness of the attached iron ball disappeared no longer sinking me down, isolating me from the world above. There was hope. Even though there weren’t any more breaths to breathe, the hope and inspiration of the ever-waiting air I’d soon be inhaling were enough to propel my body into a courageous survival mode.

"...and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us." Romans 5:5

Life was just a few moments away, welcoming me and myself. It did not mock me nor let any prejudice mask its judgment about me. I was soon to be free and let life embrace the new love I had to give.

His love sees no boundaries. His love accepts anyone and many. His love is without guilt or humiliation. His love is perfect and whole. The best part is His love is guarded individually for your every need.


"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another, even as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another." John 13:34-35