Today is Valentine's Day, a holiday most associated with romantic love, which I have in abundance for the man who did me the honor of making me his wife, but I find myself overwhelmed with a different kind of love today, the worship kind. I am having a moment with God. I live in a culture where worship equals music, and music can help you get there, but true worship is when you get face to face with God and realize how wonderful He is, how much you love Him, and what a privilege it is to be loved by Him. Worship celebrates God. On Valentine's Day I do something special for my husband to recognize that his love, which has become as familiar and comfortable as my own heartbeat, is a special thing not to be taken for granted. I remember what my life was like before Reed. I can't even imagine life without him.
My moments with God are the same thing on a spiritual level. God's love, which has become the center of my life, is a special privilege which I could not earn and would not have wanted before He invaded, and changed, my heart. God planted in my heart the ability to love Him back. Though I wanted some sort of god watching over me, it was against my nature to love God as He really is. The older I get, the less I understand why God loved me and sought me out for His own. It seems to me an inexplicable lapse of judgment and, at times of worship like this, I thank Him for it and marvel in it. I remember what my life was like before He found me, how empty it would be without Him, and I take a moment to celebrate God.
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