See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! An that is what we are! (John 3:1)
. . . God’s love has been poured out into our hearts though the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.
What a wonderfully apt word to describe the nature of God’s love. The root of lavish refers to washing, bathing, and flowing water. To lavish is to pour out of an abundance.
God our Father doesn’t measure out His love to me. He lavishes it — pouring it out like a waterfall, continuously supplied from the river flowing from His throne.
God pours out His love into my heart. He pours it out by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given — not grudgingly, not sparingly, not intermittently — to you and me. He pours out His Spirit to wash through every part of me: my thinking, my feeling, my being. He doesn’t force me to earn the Spirit, but invites me to discern the Spirit: His love, His leading, His comfort, His strength. He is my direct connection with my Father. He is my Inspiration, my Teacher, my Intercessor when words fail me. He opens up for me the deep things in God’s Word, shining His light through my darkness.
God pours out His love, His promises, His grace. He gives them freely. I find that I’m struck by a question: God pours all of these out, but do I allow them to pour in, filling me and saturating my soul? Or do I sometimes walk around under an umbrella, trying to find love, worth and significance in the world? Why don’t I always have the sense to stay out in His reign?
At least part of the answer is that I can relapse into thinking that God shares my opinion of myself. There are times when it’s hard for me to accept that I am precious and honored in His sight (Isa 43:4). I don’t feel very precious and not at all worthy of honor. But His Word assures me that my thoughts are not His thoughts, nor my ways His ways (Isa 55:8). He calls me to transform my thinking and be able to accept that it’s not about earning, but simply accepting yet another glorious gift from God. It’s not about trying to make do with dribbles when I’m offered a waterfall of blessing.
Father, please help me to ditch that umbrella and get gloriously, wonderfully, lavishly wet!.