Sunday Morning

This last Sunday morning was different than most, well any, than I've had before.
It took me until today to figure out why, but I think I have it cornered.

Have you ever heard a song, recognized it when it came on the radio, even sang the chorus...without ever really knowing what the song was about?
I actually do that all the time.  Maybe it's because my hearing doesn't usually pick up words in songs unless I already know them.  Maybe it's because I have a wandering mind, or maybe I just have a short attention span. Whatever the reason, words just don't come easily to my ears.

However, I was listening to a song on the way to church Sunday morning when I HEARD the words to the song.
Now I don't know if it's just my journey these last few weeks or maybe my Father just needed me to hear, but I picked up on the words to the song that I "knew", I just didn't "KNOW".

The words to the song, as I listened, took my breath away.  I started to get a little misty eyed (I know, no big shocker there) and then I smiled and sang at the top of my lungs.

I believe that God, through His Holy Spirit, speaks to us today.  The question is..are we listening?
What is He saying?  And most of all, are we paying attention to what he is setting before us?
Sometimes I can take a situation and look back and do the whole "oooh, that's what was going on".  You know, the whole hindsight is 20/20 deal.  And then sometimes I can miss stuff that was totally laid at my feet, and then other times, I flat out ignore it alltogether.

I believe that my Father set this song before me, and allowed me to hear it.
Not with my ears, but with my heart. 
That made all the difference.  A difference that I "felt" during communion.

Love is not an emotion that I wrap my arms around easily. 
Ok, so that is probably because I don't feel worthy, don't feel I deserve it, don't...fill in the blank.  Blah blah blah.

I felt LOVE, or rather LOVED, during communion on Sunday. 
I can't explain it, I can't really put it into words, but I felt it.
It was tangible.  It was light.  It was fluid.  It was real.
And I cried.   For the first time in my life,  I felt LOVED. 

Thank you, my Father, for loving me,
and for showing me that you love me.

Right here. 
Right now.