The Key to Living Loved

The Key to Living Loved

With my journal pried open. The darkness and doubts of my heart poured out in prayer on the page. My pen awaited His response. His invitation. Spoken to my spirit. And my pen began to write…

Learn to sit still and let my love saturate your soul.

Learn to sit still. (Well, who has problems with that? Ahem.)

Let my love saturate your soul. (But why?)

Learn to live loved. (What?)

As I fumbled through understanding this invitation, I was reminded of a mundane activity I had just engaged in.

The Holy Spirit called my attention to this dried up pot of flowers that I had attempted to water too quickly. I saw the water hitting the parched soil. Rather than penetrating the surface, the water slide down the sides of the pot. So as I was watering, I needed to pause. Waiting to let the water sink down. Slowly. Painstakingly pausing. Time and time again. So the water could fully saturate all of the soil.

As I pictured this, my spirit heard Him say something to this effect.

Erin, you get one quick taste of me. One splash is good enough for you. But too swiftly you rush to go and do. Share and serve. Like the water rolling off the dry dirt, my love hasn’t saturated down deep. You need to learn to sit still and let my love saturate your soul. Only then can l do a deep, healing, lasting work that I will use for my glory. My invitation is to learn to live loved.

So I envision learning to live loved means learning to receive all of the Father’s love for me. Learning to love myself as He does. Learning to love those around me with His heart. Learning to live loved so I can live lavishly and lavishly love others.

But where do I start? First, I need to learn to sit still so His love has time to sink down deep and fill the divets, cracks, and wholes of my soul.

Sit still. Hmmm…

Sitting still doesn’t come easy for this crazy mama of four kids ages 9 and under. Who is frantic because she struggles to stick to a budget. Who always forgets to move at least two of the weekly 12 loads of laundry from the washer to the dryer. (All the while hearing what a big footprint she is leaving on this planet, much less her budget.) Who is frenzied rushing to and from school in another town 13 times a week in a minivan decorated with chicken nuggets and dehydrated french fries. And who is frazzled about the ‘when’ and ‘where’ of 3 separate sports schedules. (Lord help me if I was the treat-lady for the team. Oh my goodness we just started sports – how do you do it??)

So as I have tried to ponder this counter-cultural invitation that will demand I stop, say no to something, and sit still long enough to create space in my soul. I realized I needed vision. I needed a fresh revelation of His love so I would sit still love enough to receive it.

And the lyrics of a song have given me just that. They have enticed me to want to dig in. To sit in. To realize and receive the fullness of God’s love for me. To see how His love might saturate my soul in a way that redeems my past, refreshes my present, and rewrites my future. see how His love might saturate my soul in a way that redeems my past, refreshes my present, and rewrites my future. And I believe he wants to do that in yours as well.

So ask your Heavenly Father for a fresh vision of His love for you. Then take a read or listen to the lyrics of Pieces by Steffanie Gretzinger.

Unreserved unrestrained
Your love is wild
Your love is wild for me
It isn’t shy it’s unashamed
Your love is proud to be seen with me
To be seen with me

Uncontrolled and uncontained
Your love is a fire burning bright for me
It’s not a spark
It’s not just a flame
Your love is light
And all the world will see
All the world will see

Your love’s not fractured
It’s not a troubled mind
It isn’t anxious
It’s not the restless kind
Your love’s not passive
It’s never disengaged
It’s always present
It hangs on every word u say

Love keeps it’s promises
It keeps it’s word
It honors what’s sacred
Yes, it’s vows are good
And your love’s not broken
It’s not insecure
Your love’s not selfish
Your love is pure

You don’t give your heart in pieces. 

You don’t give your heart in pieces! 

He doesn’t give us His heart in pieces. He gives it all. He doesn’t hide. He is present. He doesn’t give up. He persists. Pursing us with His unfailing love. A love that is unrestricted, unrelenting, and unashamed of us.

So Erin sit the heck down. Respond “yes” to His invitation and let this kind of love saturate your darn soul. Learn to live loved.

How about you? What will be your RSVP?

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But for now, pry open your journal. Grab a pen. Pour out your heart on the page. He invites you to realize and receive His love for you. He invites you to live loved. Reread these lyrics. Rewrite them. Let a fresh realization of His love entice to sit still and start to receive it.

Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

We know how much God loves us, and we have put our trust in his love. God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them. (1 John 4:16)

Father, we ask that you help us worried-working-weary women sit still. Help us embrace Your invitation in our lives. Entice us with a fresh realization of Your love for us and help us experience it down deep in our souls. We trust that the work You have started will be carried on to completion. Don’t just splash Your love on our souls, let it saturate us so we will be satiated. Love, Your daughters 


About Erin Nicole Thompson

Erin Nicole Thompson is a fun-loving and authentic momma to 4 littles, wife of a ruggedly handsome Pastor, and as she likes to think, the CEO of her home operations. She delights in worship, cooking with good music, the sweet faces of her sleeping children, adult conversations, and some quiet time at Starbucks. She loves to serve alongside, encourage, and equip young and seasoned women. Erin is grateful to be part of what God is doing at The Chapel, a multi-campus church in Northern Chicago-land where her husband, Dave, pastors the Lake Zurich Campus. Presently, she lives to dream and follow God as he writes her story.