I Will Love Thee!

Psalm 18:1
I will love thee, O LORD, my strength.

Eight tiny words! What is in eight words? Do you remember the childhood saying we used to chant; "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names (words) shall never harm me!" It seemed to get me through those awkward years of adolescence.

A strange thing happened to me as I aged, the sticks and stones of life seam to break my bones a little easier these days, and those words that were never to harm me hurts deeper and there impact is devastating. God created us with all the emotions we need to feel the sting as well as the warmth and love of every single word in our language.

These eight words from the Psalmist packs a powerful punch. We the reader can glaze over them in a hurried manner or we can transpose ourselves into the feelings and emotions of the writer.

I will love thee.

We throw these words around flippantly, from the earliest day of our infancy we spew these words to the child, we mean them but through the years these words seem to lose the impact as we grow skeptical because of experience with fickle humans in our life.

The psalmist in honesty was conveying a deep seated desire to express his feelings by backing up these words with action. He says "I will" implying a growing, maturing, fresh, and renewed love toward God.

I have from time to time found myself stating and restating my vow that I WILL love thee, only to screw it up very quickly. Since I have been married for over 31 years, I have learned to profess my love for and to my wife more than once, and in more ways than one! My heart is aching to find a better way to profess to God my love!

O Lord.

The object of my love. How can I even begin to tell and express the attributes of my Lord. He loved me and the world so much He gave Himself to die in my place for my sins which I committed against Him. I not sure I will ever understand just what it took to save my soul, but I do know I owe a debt I can never repay no matter how long I live. I can only humbly, and quietly bow my head and whisper, "I will love thee, O Lord!"

My Strength.

Because of age, I realize that my strength is failing, I can keep up with any twenty year old stud, at least for a1/2 day, then I need a week in an oxygen tent, a rub down in horse lineament, and a Caribbean cruise to recover would be ordered. I am learning that God is MY strength! By the way if you are that twenty year old stud I spoke about, I know something you may not know; Your strength is multiplied in the Lord!

My love is toward the Lord, He is my strength! What about you?