Windows Down

Today I was driving back home from a race.
The course was brutal.
I slept terribly.
Driving felt like I had been at an amusement park all day, standing in line for hours for a 5 second ride.
Sunburned and drowsy.
Head bobbling like it belonged on a business man's desk.
My fingers fumbled and cranked up the tunes I barely noticed for the last hour as I got lost in thoughts and the winding road.
"He loves us! Oh how He loves us! How He loves!"
My head rested back on the drivers seat as I whispered the lyrics to the familiar song.
Road winding.
Eyes glazed.
"Britney."
My eyes flickered.
"Love's like a hurricane I am a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy."
"Britney."
Fine. I'd sit up.
I was waiting like a child for his father to wave their finger and slap their hand.
"Yes? You wanted to speak to me? What? You're angry? Should I get a pen and paper to make a list of how I've handled things in all the ways they disapprove of? Bring it, God."
"Britney. Be silent."
"If Grace is an ocean, we're all sinking!"
"I love you. Britney, I love you."
"Oh yeah? I know a few people who 'love' me. I don't see them here, do You?"
"Them? They? Who? I am the Maker of all things. Do you not think I see you? Has my infinite love gone dry? Does a carpenter build his most prized piece and leave it unfinished? Does he forget the time and love he put into the piece? Does he let it collect dust and rot? No. The carpenter completes his work. The carpenter smooths his piece with time and sweat. Sometimes the piece doesn't take form like the blueprints say. Sometimes the piece is not understood. Sometimes the piece has to be taken apart and reassembled to the carpenters pleasure. You are my piece. You are my most prized possession. Why do you question Me? Am I not your provider? Am I not the Posessor of peace, understanding and possibilities? Do I not hold the Earth in place and yet still keep you tight in My grip? Tell me."
"You are all those things, but I am feeble and small. I lack. I possess the pieces but can't figure out how to place them. They say You won't use me now. They say You can't bless my ministry now. They say my call to missions is invalid. I've been slammed with curses and cut with unacceptance. What could You possibly do with a piece like me?"
"I AM. I AM. I AM. I am the beginning and the end. I am the author and perfector of your faith. I am your hope. I am your anchor. I am the Designer of callings and Writer of your dreams. I am the Alpha and Omega. I am the one Who used the dead, the sick, the lame, the leapor, the beat down, broken, no-good collector of taxes. I am the One Who tamed waves, lions, Satan Himself. I have seen and do see you then, now and on your death bed. I do not operate on the terms of 'they' or 'them'. I have no limits or boundaries to My ways. I create everything out of nothing. I heal when the doctors say no. I mend hearts torn apart by bitterness and hate. My ways are higher, further, deeper, better, stronger than 'they.' Who are 'they' to the Holder of the keys to Heaven and the strings to your soul? I take what 'they' label a set back and make it a stepping stone. Britney, I love you."

The spring wind whipped my blonde locks over my face.
My head leaned back into a resting position.
I let the windows disappear and my hand dance on the air outside my car.
Overwhelmed with grace.
Taken aback by love;
Not the love that waivers on my circumstances,
Not the love that flees and ducks when storms strike.
Not the love that is embarrassed of me.
Not the love that shakes its head and walks away.
Real, insurmountable love.
I am wrapped in it.
Engulfed in it.
Drowning in it.
Completely intoxicated with it.

"He loves us! He loves us! He loves us! Oh how He loves us!"