I once thought my heart was full with these two.
Because I didn’t know.
Didn’t understand that the heart has room for more.
That there is no limitation on love…
No half-full accounts.
Not when the God of Love, who is Love…
Makes it possible for this finite heart–the thing thumping in my chest–to gather each one of these to me. Like my own.
To look at these four and be overwhelmed…
By how good God is.
How amazingly good.
To know that if each day were like tripping uphill on a soapy piece of plastic, God would still be good.
Still in control.
God never changes.
Doesn’t check out. Doesn’t look away when one of us is face down…
Or somewhere in-between.
Rather. His love for us is infinite. And everywhere. And sometimes…sometimes–when we’re six inches from the water, or we’re running across the concrete with a pair of goggles on, or we’re in our seventh game of UNO, or we’re chasing a cousin with a scooter, we begin to understand what it means to be loved. What it means to love.
Someday we may even understand God’s promise.
“I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord.
“Plans to prosper you…
And not to harm you.
Plans to give you hope. And a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
It may be remembered by each kid as the week we swam with our cousins.
But it will reverberate within me as the summer God poured his love and his favor upon us.
And forever changed the size of my heart.