on love

Do you ever feel your brokenness, your need, so palpably that the mere act of breathing seems impossible if not for Him? That moment comes... and then descends the Love. The Love that covers and fills, that meets the need of a broken heart. Within my desperation, my lost-ness, is where I am discovering the power of His Love. He meets me here, in this broken body, and says I am enough for you. Enough for the girl who can't breathe for sorrow, lost moments, desperate need.

And then comes hope. Hope. Hope in a Savior Who is perfect, beyond compare, beyond our wildest dreams. He is real; His love is real and it is enough. He is where we find our solace; He is who rescues us from the darkness. It is His love that weaves together the pieces of us with Him and makes us beautiful.

This is a sacraficial love - a love so powerful, so potent, so just that it demands death. It demanded the death of the One who is perfect, without stain or blemish. When Christ died upon that cross He endured the holy wrath of God for every sin comitted by every person, ever. He, who could never know sin, who being God Himeslf endured the torment of seperation from His Father. To know God fully and to be torn from Him freely and willingly. That is love. Inncomprehendable, abundant, life-giving love...