Romance

My readers,

By now, you very well may be wondering why I would use the word “romance” to title a blog post about our Creator. This isn’t a word often thought of when speaking (or writing) about Jesus. Strange that we all can so subconsciously place, the one who breathed life into the universe, into this little box and say, “That. That is what defines Jesus.” 

However, what if worship looked much much different than we have always seen it? What if worship looks like sitting still? What if it looks like daydreaming? What if it even looks like dreaming? I’m getting ahead of myself here.

About two weeks ago, I wrote something down in my journal that stuck with me. This is where the essence of this blog post was born. This is something God has been creating to place on my heart since the beginning of time. I felt the calling to share. It is not so much something I wanted to share, rather something I needed to share, for His Kingdom.

A week and a half later I began having second thoughts (the devil no doubt). I was in the midst of a misapprehension, believing that maybe this message was too much for my first real blog post. I mean, I had originally thought the first post to be one in which I described where I’m at with the Race, now that the word is out and about. Not even two minutes into this thought, God showed me how absurd I was being. This message is where I am. I am under the provision of the Most High, and yet simultaneously, here I am questioning His judgment!

Now, enough of my musings.

God has put a message on my heart, a perspective unique to me (as far as I know) that is fighting to be shared and heard and prayed over.

I have always been a romantic. My first imaginary friend was not an original character created of my own fabrication; it was the brave Anakin Skywalker, coming to rescue me from any and every obstacle I may have faced.

More often than not, these obstacles consisted of simple facts like: there just weren’t enough chicken nuggets to go around for every imaginary friend I had. Skywalker was my very own Prince Charming. Always there for me.

Regardless of the obstacles, I had decided I needed saving at a very young age.

I’ve been thinking quite a deal lately, about romance. How three dimensional it truly is. I used to see romance with only one definition: a “Prince Charming” kind of romance, if you will. It wasn’t until later that I realized there were things such as romantic notions, or the fact that there is a world out there, filled to the brim with the biggest of desires, dreamt up by the most insatiable romantics. It wasn’t until even later, that I realized my God is even more of a romantic than I am.

He cries with joy at the sunsets He paints, just simply so that I may look at Him. For me to cry with Him. Admiring through slowly falling tears, the everlasting beauty this kind of divine art holds.

I mean, billions and billions of years ago, He said: “Oh I cannot wait to create that sunset for her. Or to hear the music of her laughter as the greenest of all the leaves I have created, reflects the Colorado sun. Or for her green eyes to simply admire the Texas river she knows and loves best. Just for her to soak it all in, to bask in these moments created uniquely and intricately. Just to see that radiant smile bring My light to this world.”

Gah. Y’all, He is so jealous for me.

He could not wait for the day I chose to open my Bible to His comfort, instead of dwell on my shame. He could not wait for me to look up at the stars He designed for me, just to kiss my cheek. Nothing but awe and audacious praise, gleaming in my eyes and resting on my lips. Praise He doesn’t even need!

He adores when I sing His name.

He adores when I laugh.

He admires every bit of me, not a fraction of hesitation, even as He stares down at my darkest, most broken pieces.

He is always always giving, even and especially when I don’t ask. Even and especially when I don’t deserve it.

With each of us, the Lord has initiated a divine romance, unique to our individual souls. Our God is not one to be looked at as an angry teacher, of sorts, constantly disappointed with His creation. 

He is the epitome of love.

There is not one love story in all of creation that could ever dream of comparing to this romance. It is divine. Perfect.

Unique to its entity.

This true love holds no fear. Perfect love drives out all fear. (1 John 4:18)

It is the love each of us achingly long for, whether we are aware of it or not. 

And you are so divinely loved.

Yours.

Landry

PS.

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Until next time. 

 L