The childish voices run deep in my memory of Children's Church and wiggly bodies, snacks and Bible stories.
We were singing the words, flinging are arms out in the motions but we didn't know what it all meant. How could we? We were only children, blissfully unaware of life and it's... complications, beautiful, breath-taking ups and downs.
How deep and wide is our Father's love for us?
I can't imagine or grasp it, can you? I snuggle down in my seat with sweet smelling, clean baby hair up close to my nose and I think, "This is it. This is how much He loves us."
Nope, more than that.
Then it's the end of a first piano recital, with a few fingers slipping onto the wrong keys (parents smile secret smiles at me), complete with a flourish and a bow at the end and I think, "This is it. This is how proud He is of us."
Or is it a birthday party, complete with candles being blown out by a birthday girl with a cavern in her mouth where her tooth was not just two days ago that shows me how much His joy is in each and every one us?
I can not comprehend it. Can you? Do you see how deep and wide His love is for us?
If you think you, I might feel the slightest bit sorry for you because we're not supposed to be able to.
That's the mystery and loveliness of it.
Deep and wide, deep and wide...
Sweet friends, I'm linking up at Lisa Jo's again this Friday and would love to know if you do, too! Give yourself 5 minutes and see what you come up with!