Today’s “How He Loves” post is from Trisha Davis. As I said on Wednesday, Justin and Trish(a) are two incredible people. They know all about brokenness, restoration, and redemption. Through their ministry at Cross Point Bellevue and Refine Us, they teach others (like me) the power of authenticity, truth, and grace. I am honored to call them friends.
Read about 8 things that destroyed their marriage here.
Read about 8 things that restored their marriage here.
Find their blog here.
The older I get the more I realize that everyone has a story. Just writing those words I’m sure you are already thinking of yours. John Mark McMillan’s story of how he came to write “How He Loves” is a reminder of the power of one’s story. The problem with my “story” is that there are too many. If I were to sit down with you over coffee and share my life story I’m certain you would walk away thinking I was viably insane.
The sad reality is that most of my life’s stories really aren’t mine to own. Most of what I have been through has come through other people’s choices or unexplainable tragedy. I have stood on the sidelines witnessing others poor choices and in return deciding to make poor choices of my own.
But in the middle of the mess of my life God has always found me through music. Regardless if I am running or hiding from God, His truth finds me in a song. It has been a pathway into an intimate relationship with him that is often messy and unexpected. And in the end His message to me is always the same…
“He loves us
Oh how he loves us
Oh How he loves”
It’s an undeniable truth that He doesn’t just love me but he loves US. He loves all those involved in my messy broken story. He loves me “in my anger, in my resentment, in my frustration. Despite who we are he wants to be a part of our lives”
“He loves us
Oh how he loves us
Oh How he loves”
Grasping the depth of his love for others and myself has created in me a heart to lead reckless worship. Reckless worship is praising God through times of sadness, brokenness and tragedy when nothing seems to make sense. Reckless worship at its core is coming to grips that it is simply stupid that God would love such a messed-up person like me! Reckless worship screams out….
“So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss
And my heart burns 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
Oh How he loves”
I pray today that you would come to know and believe that no matter your story God loves you! He loves you and those in the mess of your story…Recklessly!
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