Isn't She Lovely!

This is my Zoeybug.
No, she's not my daughter, she's my neice. I have other neices and nephews, but Zoey has been different for me somehow. This is the first little one who is related to me by blood, and that may be what makes her so different. And, I don't want you to think that I am less proud of the others; I dote on all my neices and nephew, I love them all.

But I'm sitting here tonight, looking at the pictures my sister sent of Zoey, and I have this Stevie Wonder song playing through my skull. I assume he wrote it for his daughter, Aisha, but I hope he'll forgive me for singing it for Zoey.

"Isn't She Lovely"

Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
Without you who conceived the one
That's so very lovely made from love

Now, I like this song, and as I said, it keeps playing through my head...but when I get to the third stanza, I hear "Life is my Zoey, the meaning of her name..." and of course, I delight and thrill again...because Zoey's name comes from the greek word, zoe, which DOES mean life.

Well, all of this comes back to something I keep thinking, something that I've realised as I sit here thrilling in her sheer existance. You see, Zoey was born in July, and she lives 1500 miles away from me, so I've only ever seen her in the first two weeks of her life. Oh, those weeks I could be there, as I held her, as I rocked her and fed her and just adored her, everything was right. Here was this tiny little person, this little baby girl, and she could do nothing to make me love her, nothing to earn my adoration, and yet I could do nothing but love her. It thrilled my heart to hold her close, to kiss her head, to rock her to sleep, to watch her tiny face. And now, almost 8 months later, she still can do nothing to earn my love. I haven't seen her since then, and only now got more recent pictures of her. I am sitting here, looking at her picture, looking at her smile, at the gorgeous head full of blonde hair, and I am thrilled again in her existance. Just that Zoey IS is enough to delight my heart.
And that's when I realised that, the way I love her, the way I delight in her, is a portrait, however incomplete, of how God loves us. He doesn't require us to do or be anything to earn His love, just that we exist is reason enough. My God is thrilled that I am, just as I am thrilled that Zoey is.
When I see that kind of love, when I realise that I am loved the way I love her...I find that there is nothing I would not do for the one who loves me. I can think of nothing I would not do to delight Him, to add to His reasons to love me. I never want to disappoint Him, to hurt Him. This is why I live in obedience to His Word, not because I must to earn His approval, but because as I am here, secure in this pure and simple delight and love, I want nothing more than to continue to delight Him.
Thank you, God, for using my beautiful little Zoeybug to teach me more about You!
Isn't she lovely? Isn't He wonderful?


Musical Musings: "Only One Thing", "Still Here Wating", Todd Agnew

Artist: Todd Agnew
Album: Grace Like Rain
Song: Only One Thing

Only one thing cannot fail
Only one thing will never die
Only one thing is sure and stable
Even when I turn and turn and turn
Only one thing, deeper than the ocean
Only one thing is higher still
Only one thing has such devotion
Waiting arms wide until my will gives way

Your love reaches across the miles I raced
To separate me from You
Your love cradles me like a child when I finally reach for you
Your love's beyond my understanding
Only one thing

Only one thing is always faithful
Only one thing is ever pure
Only one thing, completely able
Only one thing will endure forever


I could sing of Your love forever


Artist: Todd Agnew
Album: Grace Like Rain
Song: Still Here Waiting

It's cold outside
Or is that just the chill I feel inside from standing here
Steeping in my shame
I can't deny
I'm surrounded by the very thing You freed me from
That's why I can't come home

I don't know where I turned around
From chasing what I always found completed me
More than I could dream
I don't know why I can't remain
Safe here where I always came to meet with you
And You always met with me
And You're still here waiting

I fail to see
Why You'd still be waiting to forgive me
After all that I have done
But I cannot say
That one time I returned and You had turned away
Your love never fails


You say, "Come home" and You'll be there
I can run into Your arms


"Your love reaches across the miles I raced / To separate me from You / Your love cradles me like a child when I finally reach for you / Your love's beyond my understanding"

"I don't know where I turned around / From chasing what I always found completed me / More than I could dream / I don't know why I can't remain / Safe here where I always came to meet with you / And You always met with me / And You're still here waiting"

Read those lines again. We run from the love of God, run from His grace and His blessings. But, no matter how far we've run from him, when we finally turn to Him, when we finally reach out for His rescue, we cannot go farther than His reach. No matter how far away we've wondered, He is ever waiting to reach across the distance and cradle us close when we realize we need him.

Imagine, for a minute, that you are the one doing the loving (and perhaps for some of those reading these words, that's not too difficult...you're a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child of someone who's repeatedly hurt you), and you love someone who either can't or won't love you back. You've reached out to them, you've only ever sought their best, and you can no more stop loving them than you can stop breathing. But, for whatever reason, they are unable to return your love. They run from you, they run to the very thing that harms them most, always putting distance between you and them. They return when they are broken, hurting, aching, and needing you to make them whole, and yet you know as you hold them close, they will leave again, they will run again to the things that hurt them. You know that no promise made will be kept, not for long, anyway. Tell me, could you keep doing that? Could you continue to love them no matter where they are, no matter how many times they abuse your love for them? Or would you eventually begin to lose faith in them, would the ache of your heart so frequently and consistently broken begin to cry louder than your love does, and you reach the point that you don't think you can do this again. Do you eventually reach your breaking point, your wit's end, and try your hardest to give up on them?

You wondering if I can somehow see into your heart? If I know you better than you thought I did? If I can read your mind? No, I can't, I don't. But see, I've loved that way, I've loved to my breaking point and beyond, emptied myself time and again for people who are too blind to even see what it takes for me to love them still. I may not have stood in your shoes, but I wear a pair very much like them.

But, as you sit here, empty, broken by someone who takes all you can give and spits in your face, stop, and read those lyrics at the beginning again. In your finite, imperfect understanding of love and of God, I want you to realize that God is the one who has loved with no return, given all only to be rejected time and again, nad you were the one running from Him. You don't have to ruin your life to bring your soul to ruin, and yet, He is still there, waiting, ready to reach over how ever much distance you've put between His love and your aching soul. God never reaches the point where He's ready to give up on you, where He's passed his breaking point and can give no more. God is ever ready to bring you back to Him, ever eager to cradle you close and heal your broken heart, wipe the eyes that have wept so hard it feels there are no tears left to cry, to set you free.

He is still here waiting, beloved. Be loved, come back to Him, and bask in His love that is beyond our understanding.