{Relentless Love}

{I’m guest posting over at my dear friend Lindsey’s blog today. We met at a conference this fall, and quickly discovered we were kindred spirits. She’s spending the whole year percolating on the word relentless, and this month she’s invited a series of friends and writers to join her. Would you join me as I share about how I’ve experienced God’s Relentless love throughout my life, and especially in the midst of grief?}
Relentless love can mean a lot of things. There’s a deep mercy in a heart rescued, and sweet mercy, too, in the protection from the shackles in the first place.

And I grew up in sunshine and sweet places, and His love pursued me: in wind whipping straight through my soul as we raced bikes down to the farm, in soul friends who knew my heart and loved me anyway, in a million little nothings that reverberated with goodness, whose sweet music drowned out the flat notes and off keys.

And I have felt heartache and wrestled with God over injustice, His existence, and all the blurry lines that a legalist detests. And over and over, He has quieted me with His love… (click here to continue reading…)