Words. I love them. If there’s a poster, wall hanging, bag, or plaque with a funny or inspirational quote I am holding it, reading it, and trying to talk myself out of buying it.
Walking across a bookstore, I paused when a poster caught my eye. Truthfully, it was one with that tiny, messy writing that my middle-aged eyes find difficult to read. Sigh. I’m glad I stopped, though.
Wait. What? You know how your brain scrambles to make sense of things…I first thought it was the more familiar (to me, anyway), ‘Live. Laugh. Love.’ Live loved? Oh. Ohhhhhh.
I loved it! And hooray for me…I did not buy it! This is progress, people. But I did remember it. I’ve been rolling it around in my mind since. And today I woke up, knowing I was going to talk about it. What does it look like to ‘live loved’ I asked my barely awake self. I thought of the children I’d taught. The difference in a child well loved and one neglected, unloved, or even poorly loved is remarkable. The child’s academic achievement, growth, physical health, and relationships are all affected. Dramatically.
Human love is fragile and imperfect. But there’s a Love that never fails, that’s unconditional, that’s always there. His Love. If we walk this life living as though our Creator, our Savior, our Daddy God dearly, sacrificially, unconditionally loved us… and He does, of course.
I think living loved means:
- Living confidently
- Living free
- Living healed and whole
- Living with purpose and passion
- Living with grace, forgiveness, compassion, and generosity
If I live loved…the implications are staggering. Everyone I come in contact with would benefit. I would, most certainly, benefit. What if His Church lived loved? Woah.
Today I wish you much joy, but I also wish you a life of living loved.
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine
I couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God, yeah.
-from Reckless Love