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made to love

I was made to love You
I was made to find You
I was made just for You
Made to adore You
I was made to love
And be loved by You
You were here before me
You were waiting on me
And you said You'd keep me
Never would You leave me
I was made to love
and be loved by You
~Toby Mac, "Made to Love"
 Standing in a crowd of about 5,000 people with Toby Mac performing on stage in front of us, I had a God moment.  Seriously.  An "Aha!" moment when, for a few seconds, all else faded into the background except the message that God was placing on my heart right then and there.
I was made to love...for some reason it just became real in a new way.  It's hard to describe why and how...but somehow I saw the definition of love differently in those few seconds.
God made me to love like He does.  
It has nothing to do with butterflies...being twitterpated...or even finding one's true love.
He made me to love deeply, sacrificially, and unconditionally.
He made me to love with compassion and understanding.
He made me to love justly.  I have to know when to draw the line and discipline out of love.  I have to love within the confines of His Word.  I have to make tough decisions because of love. 
Maybe this was speaking to me that night because I tend to become self-absorbed in my own little world.  My own little world is just that....little.
God is calling me out of my comfort zone...again.  I do not know the details, but I am willing.  He never fails.  He will never leave me there alone.  He has it all covered.  He loves me that much.

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