I first wrote this last Friday and held on to it because I shared a blog post on Thursday, and nobody likes an overachiever, right? Ha!
I shared this video yesterday with the caption, “needed this today”. You can find it on my facebook page. facebook.com/immori.dixon The song is an old gospel hymn called “What A Day”. Yesterday the message to me was, no matter how hard the day is and how exhausted this daily grind can be, there is coming a day when “there’ll be no sorrow there, no more burdens to bear.” The “all is peace forever more” link stuck with me all day.
The song is an old gospel hymn called “What A Day”. Yesterday the message to me was, no matter how hard the day is and how exhausted this daily grind can be, there is coming a day when “there’ll be no sorrow there, no more burdens to bear.” The “all is peace forever more” link stuck with me all day.
But, today. This morning, I was scrolling through FB and saw where I had shared the video yesterday and clicked on it once more just to hear it again real quick. It got me this time. Big time. I hope I have the words to accurately depict where my mind went with this. I hope you can go to the same place I did while listening the words.
This is one of those old songs that we don’t really sing in church as often anymore. I can sing every word (not beautifully, I might add), but one word in the whole song just did something to me this morning! MY.
The chorus says, “what a day that will be when MY Jesus I shall see”. I sang it, and then it hit me, and I couldn’t sing another word. You see, think about the people here on Earth that we refer to as “mine”. MY parents, MY kids, and MY husband come to mind first. These people are directly associated with the love I have for them. My parents are the first people I ever knew, and ever loved. The love I have for my parents is a reciprocal love. They loved me well as an infant and I returned love almost subconsciously. Loving my parents is an easy, natural, and respectful love. My parents showed and taught me love in it’s purest form, and the love I have for them is the basis of the love I have for the rest of the world. The Bible teaches us to love our parents through honor and respect,
Children obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right. Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise; that it may be well with thee, and thou may live long on the Earth. Ephesians 6:1-4
The love for my husband is a chosen and committed love. It is sincere and pragmatic. It’s a love that I naturally desire to give; It’s a love that grows exponentionaly over time. It’s a love for another person so great that I would rather “join two hearts as one” and do life as one with him than by myself.
Then, the love I have for my child is a love in the most natural form. It’s effortless, and forgiving, and sacrificial. It’s a love so strong it physically hurts.
Now, think about the way you love your parents, your spouse, and your children, and the fact that all of those types of love do not hold a candle to the love “MY” Jesus has for us. There is a supernatural, omniscient, omni present, supreme being, that puts all of the love I have for my most precious earthly possessions to shame. He loves me not because he birthed me, or I birthed him , or because I married him, but because He WANTS to. He loves me sacrificially (you know- that whole dying on a cross thing) and abundantly better than my parents, better than my husband, better than my kids, and inspite of my daily failures. In fact, the love I have for my mom, my husband, and my son would seem as hate compared to the love MY Father has for me. I can call that MINE.