Have you ever had the “song” thing happen? Remember the high school or college romance when you had “Our Song”? Sigh. But the part that nobody ever told you about was that every time you heard the song from that infatuated moment forward until you were wrinkled and gray you would think of that person, that time, that romance.
I don’t know about you, but these are not always happy memories for me. I don’t like being reminded of him, or us, or how much it hurt.
Last night, He showed me how He is the Redeemer of all things. Because last night, I was on this excellent date with Chuck, and over the speaker I hear this song. It was a song God had given me a year ago. I stopped mid-sentence to listen. And to remember. He reminded me of all that was going on during that time, and all that He had healed (obviously with Chuck and I being on an excellent date). But He also reminded me of the His love for me.
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Who knew? Who knew that Jesus remembered “Our Song”? Or that when memories come back from this Love Affair they aren’t hurtful. But indescribable. Beautiful. Wonderful. A love affair that will never end.
I am beginning to see that Jesus likes to share His entries in His diary about me — with me. Love notes, whispers, songs, and dried leaf hearts. He is the pursuing Lover we have been looking for our whole lives . . . .
Listen. You will hear Him singing over you.