The Reality of Desire

Everything He does is out of desire for us. Every discipline. Every pathway He makes. Every door He opens and every door He shuts. Everything He gives and everything He takes away. Every word of life. Everything meant to bring us into the realization that He truly desires us.

He truly desires us.

If we live out of this reality, it won't matter that we've messed up a thousand times. It won't matter that we've always run away from Him when we should have run towards Him. It won't matter that we were angry when we only heard silence for all our prayers. It won't matter that we questioned whether or not He was even real, much less listening to us. It won't matter that we've stretched His hand and tested His methods when we should have been obeying Him.

It won't matter because we will realize His desire is for us and that His arms are always open wide -- there will never be a day when He says, "I told you so," and no matter what, He wants us. We will realize that we can always run to Him, and He will always lift us up -- and we will walk in the Reality of Desire: that the kingdom of darkness can never be victorious against us because His love burns for us so greatly that no enemy will stand against His consuming fire.

This is the reality needed in order to survive this life. This is the reality needed when we go to pray. This is the reality needed when we screw up. This is the reality we need if we think that He's an angry God. Because if we don't realize that no matter what He loves us and is jealous for us, and is never angry, and that He is good -- we'll end up fighting against Him instead of joining with Him. We'll end up taking up arms with the enemy, instead of riding in the victory He already won for us.

Lately I've forgotten who He is -- I've forgotten the eyes in which He sees me through -- and I've been running so hard away from His gaze because I thought it would hurt to look into it. But I forgot that there is no condemnation there. I forgot that He desires me.

He desires me.

Jesus. Where else can I go? You have the words of life. What other lovers could I pursue that would love me the way only You can? Lord, You have the only thing my heart will ever need. And only You can burn with desire for me. Oh Lord, I want to know the yearnings of Your heart. I want to feel your Jealousy over my life. I want to know the great desire you have towards me -- desire that overflowed enough to give me Immanuel. I want to see what You see when You look at me.

Because despite the chaos -- despite the confusion and the silence -- despite every notion and idea I have about my life -- it all boils down to You.

Your inheritance is that You get what You paid for -- and Your inheritance is that You get my life in the end -- and Your inheritance is that You will never relent until You get it all -- You will never stop until You get me.





He is jealous for me
Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me.

Oh, how He loves us so
Oh, how He loves us
How He loves us so.

He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves.

So we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean we're all sinking
So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way...

He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves.