2 Samuel 22:47,50 – “The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock; and exalted be the God of the rock of my salvation. Therefore I will give thanks unto thee, O LORD, among the heathen, and I will sing praises unto thy name.”
How He Loves
John Mark McMillan
He is jealous for me. Loves like a hurricane. I am a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory. And I realize how beautiful You are and how great Your affections for me.
Oh how He loves us so. Oh how He loves us. How He loves us so. Yes He loves us
We are His portion and He is our prize. Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes. If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking. And heaven meets earth like a unforeseen kiss and my heart turns violently inside of my chest. I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way He loves us.
Oh how he loves us so. Oh how he loves us. How he loves us so
So in the course of my day, I heard this song “How He Loves” sung by Crowder. I have heard this song a million times. But for some reason when I heard it yesterday, my heart was so touched. It really brought to mind just how much I could never say “thank you” enough.
I could never say “thank you” enough for:
Loving me enough to send Your Son to die for me. For the way that You always listen and understand and care. For the blessings that I see each and every day walking and breathing and existing for me. For His Word that speaks to me through countless generations. For providing for everything I could possibly imagine and more.
For these and so much more, I find myself blessing the Lord. Shouting His praises in the confines of my car. Crying because I could never say or do or be enough. Because He first loved me and pursued me to learn to love Him.
What a beautiful, encouraging and promising moment while driving along in my car, hoping that my mascara wasn’t running too bad because man, oh man, my daughter let the tissues roll under the seat!