I imagine the title of this post caught your eye, eh? Let me be clear: I am most definitely writing about being in love. But certainly not about a man. I know some good and incredible men, but now is just not the season for my heart to seek them out nor to pay attention if they are seeking me out. I am simply in love these days.
IN LOVE. I love so many things about my life. I love my family. I love my friends. I love the paths I am going down. This isn’t about that, either. Being in love is not about feelings or emotions – those are fickle things at best. I am finding that being in love is about the state of my heart, a state that cannot be shaken by difficult days, hurtful words, unwanted surprises, or even the good things life has to offer. I am indwelling in love, awash in it, drowning in its beckoning whispers.
Will Reagan and the United Pursuit Band have a gorgeous song called, “Through and Through.” The lyrics over and over say,
You see me.
You know me.
You love me through and through.
Perhaps that is what I am trying to get at. When in love, it is not about what is happening or what is said or what I feel, it is about the knowing that I am tucked safely away and protected and encouraged and seen and known and LOVED by the Lord, the One who loves and saves. When I know that, when I live that, whether I feel it or not, every day begins hopeful. Every hurtful experience is meant as a way of strengthening and teaching. Every ordinary moment feels alive.
Residing in Love frees my feeble human heart to learn to love myself and to love others with wild abandon.