For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
To me being known is being seen. Being seen is being loved.
That is my Love Language.
It is how I am best loved. It is how I love best.
The more I know Jesus, the more I believe this is His Love Language.
This is what I like most about Jesus.
Jesus is intentional about knowing people. He sees us. Doesn't judge at first glance, but gets to the heart of us, to our story, to all the stories that have come before ours. Stories good, bad, of defeat, and victory which were written into our stories, and He knows us. Knows us better than we know ourselves. Gets us. See's us. And ENTIRELY Loves us!
I want to know, see, and love like Jesus.
For too many years I have played loving because it was the "Christian" thing to do. But in too many circumstances I never really loved. I was just meeting my Christian requirements. I don't think that is entirely bad, sometimes we must "fake it till we make it." Obedience is the first step. But I've outgrown just being obedient. I want to love, from my inmost being I want to love.
I want to love:
My neighbor. Who is broken. She resides in a prison not made of visible bars, but of drugs, alcohol, and defeat.
My neighbor's children.
A friend, who has destroyed her life, and is living in lies.
A relative whose choices grieve me.
and too many more...
I want to love them.
This is a gift I can give daily.
What gift can you give daily?