I rushed into the service at the last minute, grabbing what had become our regular pew. The lights lowered and the music to the drama began.
With only few black lights shining on the drama team, my mind focused on the words in the song. They are worshiping to the song ‘Arise My Love’. As the each note of the song played my heart began to beat a little harder. I got a little more uncomfortable in my seat.
Suddenly the drama member depicting God turned his back on ‘Jesus’ lying slayed but sin and death. It was at that moment that I felt my name, Amy – meaning Beloved, was appropriate. I am beloved. I am dearly loved. Jesus Christ loved me so much that He went to the cross. He endured having His very own Father turn away from Him.
As a daddy’s girl I can’t imagine having my dad turn his back on me because of other people’s wrong doing. Yet that is exactly what happened to Jesus. The relationship between Father and Son was broken because of His love for me.
Yes is love is for all but that night in that moment it was His love of me that changed my life.
There is no great feeling that to know you are beloved.