The word has been rolling over-and-over in my mind like a shiny pebble since Sunday.
Merriam-Webster defines LAVISH "as going beyond a normal or acceptable limit in degree or amount or to pour forth in great amounts; it can show obvious signs of wealth and comfort."
In 1 John 3:1 it is written,
“See, what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!”
Lavished. On. Us.
“Going beyond a normal degree or amount.”
He didn’t just splash some love our way. He didn’t just ration His love and saved some for a rainy day. He lavished it on us. Lavish gives without one hand holding on.
Lavish gives till a cup isn’t just filled to the brim, it gives till it runs over. Lavish gives without reservation. Lavish holds the promise of unlimited supply that can’t run dry.
Openhanded. Unrestrained. Extravagant.
So I find myself at the end of an exhausting day wondering why it takes me so long to run to the One who lavishes love when I feel depleted by life?
Why do I wait till my lips are cracked-dry before I take my empty cup to the One who will lavish it with Living Water?
Why do I run around trying to find solutions to obstacles before seeking guidance from the One who calls me His child?
Abundant. Liberal. Bountiful.
Yet, I find myself carving cisterns in the wasteland or paying for water that will never truly satisfy.
Living like a beggar while my Father is the King.
“Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat!” Is 55:1
I keep relying on my limited abilities and strength while He is all I need.
Evidence of His lavish love surrounds me. I just have to take a moment to see it.
Lavished with beauty.
The sound of crashing waves, the simplicity of a wildflower planted on a mountain where few will ever walk to appreciate its beauty. Love lavished on us.
His love lavished through the hugs of puffy little arms and stick figure letters with crooked hearts.
Woman in the Unnamed Tent grab your jug emptied from pouring into the cups of the ones living in your home, the demands at work, the long nights awake with worry about the troubles of this life. Empty from pouring day-in-and-day-out. As the last drop plops into a cup held out to you, and you feel that there is nothing left yet the cups to be filled keep coming.
Come to the One who lavishes love. Come just as you are. His love doesn't run dry. His love is not lavished according to your performance. It is not scarce or limited. Bring your empty cup to the One who lavishes love. He will fill it till it spills over to the empty cups held out to you. He is more than enough. For me.