L is for the way you look at me

So it's upon us once again. The big day. I've been around the flowers and hearts and pink cookie for weeks now. I'm convinced Valentine's day gets bigger every year. Today I am sick. I really didn't want to miss church. Dad's messages are always compelling. Being alone in the house has allowe me to sit back and think. So, I turned on the TV and put it on a worship service. As the worship leader started the songs and the camera turned toward the congregation God convicted me. The songs they were singing were beautiful. The message of God's love toward us, of his faithfulness and mercy. The story of the gospel of Christ was coming off their lips, but when I looked at them I was heartbroken. How can we sing of such a miracle and not be moved in the slighest. I realize we aren't asked to put on a show for God, but we are asked to worship. In light of Valentine's Day, how can we think of the unbelievable love God has for us and stand in His presence and show no emotion, humility, brokenness, remorse, or feeling of any kind. When we can speak of such a God and not be moved, there is something wrong. THINK of what God has done for us. We deserve death. God gave up his only  child to not just bear the physical pain of death, but the emotional pain, the spiritual pain and compete and utter rejection from His father. All of that so that we could live. God doesn't want us to just exist, he wants us to LIVE. He wants us to live a life of joy and fulfillment. God's love doesn't fail. He is eternally patient and kind. He keeps no record of wrong. He loves us. He wants us. Let's repent and allow ourselves to be moved by God.