& it all comes out like an aggravated pop bottle. All joy oozes out, as she opens her hands, palms up, releasing all she has to give.
& all she has is love.
So its a gentle overflow, as sound-filled as the wind & waves that define land & sea.
That hushed awakening.
That gentle rest.
& these are the times I know love is the game changer, the most powerful weapon of all.
Because after all these years of only God can change someone, someone hit the lights. Crystal clear.
I get it.
Because when you know God alone can change someone & you know God is love & you know you love someone, somehow they’ll fuse themselves together, sparks & all, & you’ll know. You’ll know the substance of that deep, deafening feeling & you’ll know what you’d do to keep it in a safe place & start a forever.
You know the feel of a heart change, what shambles the house looked like when the love of God swept in. You’ll know the change that has seeped into the tiles, leaving more than a clean, fresh feeling. You’ll know that though you can’t place it, somethings different. Something more. Something deeper than white walls.
Because we know God is love. Not just loving, but the very definition of love.
Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.
1 John 4:8
This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us…
1 John 3:16
We know God is love.
We know the closest thing to understanding the depth of his love is by the love we know ourselves. Husbands, wives, sisters, brothers, children. This love that makes room for another within your narrow bones. This love that fills you in ways that make you wonder how you ever were satisfied with less. This love that grasps your heart & gently flips it over, along with your world. With every person you grow to love, something new within you. Something that melts your heart & soothes your muscles & sends warning flags of protection, all the same. Because nobody will come between you & this love. Nobody will kill these flames.
& I guess I just never understood it, the lines in that song we’d sing Sunday mornings that claim that he is jealous for me. I couldn’t grasp what about me he was jealous of, why he’d ever feel the need to want more of me. & then I think of the love I have for my boyfriend & for my sister. That love I have for everyone that I’ve assigned very important places in my life. The ones who, if you look close enough, you’ll see within my very being. The fortress I build around my relationships with them, ones in which I would not only never let someone enter in, but also, harm these ones my soul loves.
& I guess that I just get it.
He is jealous for me.