WHEN THE LOVE IS LOUD

There are moments when the love is quiet, it whispers and it’s just a gentle reassurance. Then, there are those moments when the love is loud, when it does not wait to be invited in but shows up unannounced with joy. That is where I have found myself lately. I am in a moment where the love is loud.

A moment of war had just passed. The battle of the mind. I had let lies creep in, I didn’t guard my mind the way I should have. It felt like I had unknowingly signed up to be God’s soldier. lol….Like the noise and fear was louder but God’s word was still there powerfully saving me. Still, it felt like God was silent, Like I was in it alone. I had no fancy prayers, I just quietly whispered words like “God I don’t know, but I know you are here” And that night, my tears said the rest.

 

I woke up the next morning feeling lighter. Literally, the word came alive “Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.” I still felt tired. Honestly i just wanted to stay in bed all day but life does not pause for anyone, I had to show up. I remember wondering how the proverb 31 woman did it all, showing up for everything and still having the strength to cook for her household. That morning, I did not feel like her at all. I went to my place of work without having breakfast or my lunch pack.

 

Then I got a call. I had a package from a friend. I was confused, what could she be sending? It was still early morning, I was already in my place of work when I received the package. The bag was heavy. I honestly thought  it was a mistake. As I peeped inside, I called to report the wrong delivery. lol. The person over the phone insisted the package was for me.  Wow. My friend had cooked and sent me a huge food package. Bowls of different delicacies filled with various protein and so much more. I wish I have the right words to describe it, but it’s the kind I would cook for a king if he visited me. I stood there in awe, whispered, God this is you. In the early hours of that morning, while i was sleeping, someone had thought of me and prepared a feast for no reason. I felt like God’s favourite. 

And it didn’t stop there.

 

Weeks later, a dear friend gave me another unexpected gift. What made it even more surprising was that, it was her birthday. I was stunned. Who gives someone else a gift on their own birthday. It was a package filled with the most thoughtful items. I saw each item in the gift bag and thought “This is so me”. Every item felt like the Holy Spirit handpicked them. To be honest, my friend and I saw each other last in year 2020 (on my wedding day), we don't live in the same city but she curated a gift that felt so personal. 

 

Then again, another beautiful friend of mine sent me a lovely gift. Delivered to me while I was in my place of work again. Before then, she had sent me the cutest messages. I still go back to those messages because on the day I received the message, I had just finished praying that morning and the answers were in those messages. They are beautiful. I loved the gifts and just yesterday, my sister also gave me a beautiful gift . 

 

These were not special occasions, it wasn’t my birthday. It wasn’t an anniversary. They were just ordinary days made extra ordinary by the love that found me. This is not the first time I have received gifts and these are not the only people who have ever blessed me. Over the years, God has used many beautiful people and I am grateful to God for every single person. But this particular moment is about the timing. It’s about how clearly I could hear God’s voice in every gesture. 

 

They were not just acts of kindness, I remembered the other night when I felt God was silent, not that my faith in God was shaky but then tears were the only words I could offer but this gestures were God’s reminder that even when I cannot see Him, He is with me. In those moments, my heart turned to the loudest love. The love of Jesus. The kind of love that sent His only Son to die on the cross for you and I. His love was loud on the cross. The loudest love I have ever known. The love that sees us even when we feel unseen. The love that speaks through people, through kindness, through gifts. It reminds me that we are loved out loud. I will also show the love to others.

 

I’m holding on to all of this love and soaking it all in not because i think the love will stop but I have learnt to see it more clearly now that whether whispered or loud, the love of Jesus remains the loudest. I want to remind you that you are loved, you are deeply loved, you are deeply deeply deeply loved by Jesus.