This is 5 Minute Friday – and Lisa Jo invites me – and you – to bare it all in a 5 minute prompt on the word bare – to write about the word “bare” “in shades of real and brave and unscripted” – which means it isn’t always pretty. I must admit, the competitor in me loves the 5 minute challenge. The writing teacher geek within is in semantic heaven. How often do we look at the following word as a command: Beloved.
A missionary man came to our church a few weeks ago, preaching on the word beloved. He took it out of the box, broke it a part – and opened my eyes to a totally new meaning from the Father. Yes, beloved – an adjective or noun meaning you are special to my heart – but this missionary man turned it into a verb Be Loved.
It was like the Father was saying, allow yourself to Be Loved by me. Be Loved by me. I want to be loved by my husband, my children, my parents. I want to be loved by the great I am.
Be loved is hugs, gifts, encouraging words, acts of service, giving.
Be Loved by me says, “I am here for you.”
Be Loved by me says, “Let me help.”
Be Loved by me says, “You are not alone.”
Be Loved by me says, “I am taking the time to know you, know your heart, your intentions.”
Be Loved by me says, “I will help you clean up this mess.”
To Be Loved by a mighty God who created the universe, who holds it in the palm of His hands, who created a divine design for my life – it is something I am not worthy of.
Be Loved by me, He says, though He doesn’t need this relationship.
Yet, that is what makes it all the more radical, all the more startling, all the harder to accept, to believe and to allow.
Be Loved. Just Be Loved