I Want a Bucket

How deep the Father's love for us

How vast beyond all measure

Last Friday, I was driving my dad's 4Runner when I accidently bumped another car from behind. The other car wan't damaged at all, but unfortuately, there is now a crushed in coke can look to the right front edge of the 4Runner. I was not thrilled, but knew I needed to call my parents who were out of town. I should say that I have never been afraid to tell my parents anyhing but nevertheless, hated to call and let them know what had happened. Through my tears, I explained what had happened and as they tried to calm me down, they remeinded me over and over that to them, the car was just a thing and I was what mattered. As long as I was okay, than everything else would be okay as well. No matter how many times I told them I was sorry and that I felt awful, their message was still the same: we love you and you are what matters to us, not the car.

Mulling these words over, I felt so complete and whole in their love. I am unbelievably blessed to have parents whose love is unconditional. And then I saw the bigger picture: God's love for me is just like this, expect a million times greater, a trillion times stronger. As wonderful as my parents' love is, they are not perfect and as a result, their love itsn't either. But God's love is perfect and if I let Him, He will surrond me in His love. His love isn't dependent on what good or bad things I do, but I think it is up to each of us to decide to fully accept His love and live in it each day. It's easy to believe the lie that because I did this (fill in the blank) that I shouldn't have God's love, but He is waiting for us to let Him pour it out all over our lives. So every day, I'm going to try to let Him except, I don't want a cupful, I want a bucket.