moving.

Driving down the road on a beautiful sunny day, the kind where nothing else seems right but to let your arm hang out of the window of the truck and your hand taps the rhythm to the music playing on the radio, on the side of the truck.

Then it happens.

"Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy." A hurricane in the middle of a sunny day.  A gentle breeze that brings you to your knees.  

As I travel, I notice the force of my tapping has increased.

"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."

How can you even see past my arrogance?  Did you happen to overlook my selfishness too?  What about that 'little' pride problem I have?  Hold on a second, you see your Son in me?  He's blameless?  Perfect?

Exactly, He said.  I'm going to love you through that arrogance. I'm going to love you through that pride.  And I'm as sure as {Christ}mas going to love that selfishness right out of you too.  I know it's hard for you to believe right now.  Yes, I know you've never seen this type of love before.  You're right, Halmark love is lame compared to this.  

Thanks for letting me ride down the interstate, in this old Ford truck, with you.  Oh, her name is bessie- yeah that sounds like a nice name- English still sounds a little bit funny to me, but I'm starting to get used to it.  Remember, Oh, how I love you.  Now live like it.