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Giddy.

I have felt joy surging through my veins over the last two weeks. At times, I have experienced literal excited flutters in my stomach, accompanied by excessive smiling and happy thoughts. I have felt super, uber, jump-up-and-down-while-squealing excited.

And no, it's not because we bought a house or because it's springtime or for any circumstantial reason.

It's because God is showing me how much He loves me - in tangible and intangible ways.

You might say that the fact that God loves us is a basic truth I should have grasped as soon as I could speak (hint: "Jesus loves me, this I know..."). But He is showing me the breadth and depth of it right now, and I cannot get over it! It's like how you know your parents love you, but it's not until adulthood that you look back and truly understand the measure of their love. Once you begin to understand all of the sacrifices they made on your behalf and the weight behind their actions and words, you begin to fathom the extent of their love for you. That's the season God is taking me through, and I want to savor it and make it last my entire lifetime.

He is showing me by blessing with gifts - financial, relational - by suddenly developing these authentic friendships, through giving me a sense of contentment, through affirmation, messages at church, and simply, by placing peace in my heart and mind.

I love that God has been wrapping His arms around me and opening my eyes to the unstoppable love He has for me (and for all of us). I pray that this isn't a "honeymoon season" of understanding God's love and that I will slowly, subconsciously cloud my vision of it. Instead of a brief season of joyful revelation, I pray that this is a doorway into a deeper relationship with Him, and a doorway to an increased urgency and desire to worship Him. I pray that this renewed understanding of His love will launch me forward in many ways.

I am grateful and encouraged, but most of all, I am LOVED. Thank you, Lord!

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