Monday, January 3, 2011

Prasing God Like Wooing the Love of Your Youth

So I realize that the title only works for guys sorry ladies. I hope this still makes sense.

I'm a romantic. Always have been. I remember my mom saying, "go to bed romeo" after I got in trouble for writing love letters in junior high. I'm a hopeless, hopeful romantic. Which is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing in that I am not worried about failing my wife too much when it comes to loving her romantically; but a curse in that until then it gets me in trouble.

My problem is that I forget God wants a hopeless romance. I forget to be romantic with the my first Lover. I can sit and write all morning about the love of my youth, but will only spend five minutes tops about praising God. And even when I do write about Him it is no great work of art. No masterful, skillfully weaved rhetoric piece of writing. I fail at being romantic with God.

"I belong to my beloved,
and his desire is for me."
Song of Solomon 7:10 
If God is my beloved then why am I not busy loving him? God deserves to be wooed just as much as my love of this life. He too longs for me to spend timeless minutes staring at His creation, telling Him of his beauty. 
 
This is just my struggle right now. My thoughts. I want to spend more time writing about, sitting with, staring at God. Just as foolishly as young lovers do. 

"God you are beautiful. Your creation proves this. I want to be recklessly in love with you. To live with the hopes of being able to breath the same air as you, even if it is only for a minute. You are God and the one who created this earth and it is good. How you created such beauty I will never know. Your love drives me and makes me whole. You are wondrous so much that thesaurus get exhausted when I try to describe you. I like you my God. You bring happiness to my heart in the times of trouble, and joy to my life in times of blessings. Oh, how great a love story we have my God, my King. You search after me when I stray and always tell me how you have missed me when I return. You are honest, just, and mine. Thank you my Beloved. Thank you. 

Your young lover,
Christian

Ps I like you."