Song of Solomon 8:8 Set me as a seal upon Your heart, As a seal upon Your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.

I never thought I’d ever see the day He would pull me into a puddle and start splashing in the muddy water. I never knew. I never knew He would be this relaxed. I always pictured Him stoic, sitting on His majestic throne looking down on all of us frowning now and then at those who dared step to the left or to the right. You see, I approached Him face down because I read, you can’t see the face of God and live (Exodus 33:20). So I’d crouch low and almost crawl before Him never daring to get too close least He rebukes me or frowns upon me.

Puddles. Puddles. The puddles of the Lord. Do I get muddy Lord? I didn’t know. I didn’t know He would splash and play.

See, I’d say my prayers then back away like a scorned prisoner headed to the gallows. Only when I was far would I dare to look up longing to be near Him, longing for that sweet embrace I thought was reserved for a select few. I didn’t know. I didn’t know He’d play in puddles, skip and splash and laugh with abandon.

Puddles. Puddles. The puddles of the Lord. Do I get muddy Lord? I didn’t know. I didn’t know He would skip and laugh in puddles.

One day, as I came close, He rose and came toward me. Trembling in fear, I fell on my face searching my mind frantically for sin unrepented. Finding none, I waited almost faint with fear. ‘Maybe I displease Him?’ I thought.

“What are we hiding from?” He asked startling me. I looked up and gasped. Fiery eyes (Revelation 1:14). I’m done for. I’m done for; today I’m done for. I saw the Lord. Surely I would be destroyed. “What are we hiding from?’ He asked again. Trembling, I stammered. “I approached to pray.”

“Can we splash in puddles?’ He asked. “What?’ I asked thinking I have surely must have heard wrong. “Can we splash in puddles?” He smiled rising up from His crouched state only then realizing my Lord, my King had lowered Himself just to speak to me. He took my hand and raised me up. “Can we splash in puddles?” He asked again smiling as He led me to a puddle of water. “Why would you want to do that?’ I asked fearful yet curious. “Because I love you, that’s why. You’re My child. Can we splash in puddles?”

I stopped suddenly and gazed up at Him, tears welling in my eyes. “Child?”  I croaked. “Yes, you are My child. I love you. I see when you approach me, never coming close for fear of my wrath. I tore the veil when I died on the cross. I gathered you close when you accepted me as Lord and Savior. How can I not want to splash in puddles with one who means the world to Me?” “But You are God?” I asked my eyes searching for signs of truth. He raised His hand and I gasped at the scar of His nail pierced hand. He bore the proof of His love for me on His very person. Then, only then did His words permeate my scarred soul and diminish the lie I’d come to believe.

Yes, He is God. Yes, He is Father. Yes, He is a Friend. Yes, He is Bridegroom. While we are to revere the Lord we are not to treat Him like a statue, only coming a distance. Some say, you cannot get too close to Him. He says “Come closer; let me hold you in My arms.” He’s not cold and stiff. He’s warmth and life that feeds our soul. He is approachable so go near and worship at His feet, fall in His arms; He’s always ready to embrace you. Jesus died on the cross for you and me because of His love for us. (John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life)

Puddles. Puddles. The puddles of the Lord. “Do I get muddy Lord?” I played and danced, splashing and laughing till I could laugh no more. Puddles. Puddles. “Do I get muddy Lord?” I didn’t know, but, now I know. Puddles. Puddles. The puddles of the Lord are rich with love. He is Love.

(Philippians 2:7rather, He made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness).

 

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