Lavished
The love of the Father is abundantly more than we could hope or imagine.
Our hopes sway, stagger, and lead us astray from the only one our hearts, our souls desire.
The belonging we're longing for was cut out within our being before our beginning.
It's shaped in our image, our image is shaped in Him, and thus begins the intricate reflection in the mirror that never ends.
Because like this eternal longing - are His plans, purpose, and His passion for us.
Us, the ones He imagined, the ones He dreamed up, the ones He day dreams over.
Never forgetting our favorite icecream, our fondest childhood memory, our every broken hearted moment, or that first breath we breathed out of the womb.
He cherishes our every waking moment and adores over us during every moment of our sleeping slumber.
He hovers us with His love and waits for us to give Him a moment of stillness, a moment He can swoop in for a landing to lavish us with His presence, His passion.
He longs for us with deeper longings then we have for those things we "think" we need or want.
He ROARS with an unquenchable desire to move in and through and with us.
His Banner over us is love, who would dare to test Him & attempt harm upon His Beloved.
