It romanced me.
It made me heart sing when days looked dreary.
It told me that this season would come to an end.
It brought my joy and strength when my heart was weary.
It became my hope, and my friend.
It became an escape when things got tough.
It held me on nights when I wanted to give up.
It was so excited.
It loved to dream with me.
It wasn’t mine to hold just yet.
But It brought me a glittery, itching feeling of what’s ahead.
And I couldn’t wait for the day until we really met.
It finally came.
And I took It’s hand.
I sang, I jumped, I screamed, I danced, and
There were a few days when I was off in la-la land.
Then we disagreed,
It took a lot of my time and effort,
And I found out that It was hard to please.
Those nights of the past when I used to lay in my bed,
Alone or scared or tired of pressing on,
Wandering when I would meet It,
Dreaming with joy of our time together,
Knowing that we would be singing a brand new, beautiful song,
Now seemed so far off,
As I lay there alone, scared and tired of pressing on,
Is this really IT?!
It couldn’t comfort me any longer,
Because I was giving It all that I had,
And It took a lot of work,
Gone were the nights of dreaming and romanticizing.
It lost it’s glitter,
It lost it’s shine,
I didn’t know if I wanted It any longer to be mine?
I had given It all that I had,
I had allowed It to comfort me,
It had been my wild adventure,
It had been a whisper of a promise that became a fantasy,
And now It was leaving,
It had now come to fruition.
All those days and night that my head was lost in romance,
All of those hopes and dreams and visions of how wonderful It would be…
And then It was gone, It had to come and to go,
And I thought to myself, was that IT?
And I realized that my love for It had taken me from a very important “We”.
Yet He called me back to His side and pulled me in close,
“It can be better, when you’re fully in love with Me.”
When you’re watching God’s promises unfold before your eyes, you are quick to realize the fault of what happens when you love a promise and not the Savior. What has been a labour of belief as you wait for the promise to come to fruition, becomes a labour of love, obedience, selfless sacrifice and hard work when you are living in that promise.
The promise is not wild. The promise is not romantic. The promise will not fulfill you. The promises will not be as great as you think it will be.
Jesus is wild. Daddy God is pouring love out on us. The Holy Spirit fills us. God is ever greater than we can ever imagine Him to be.
Promises are spoken for the future. We are living in promises today. We all have promises that have been fulfilled already. Through it all, we have an ever-present God.
Let’s give HIM all of our love today.
