I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer, my God and my mountain where I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my enemies.
There's something so beautiful within this declaration of love, for though it serves to present my love for Him before others, it's also firstly personal. It's a direct conversation between my God and I, me calling Him by His name and telling Him what He means to me, my love for Him.
As I sit here with the sound of rain falling against the windows and feel the fresh wind bring tiny drops on my face, I'm thankful for Him. I'm fighting back the distant need to distort things, but I'm resting in the peaceful fact that nothing - absolutely nothing - hinders the love of my God. His love always wins. And I love Him. I love You, oh my God. And as I thought about these words I was struck with the truth that all things always come down to His glory, to His love. For the declaration of my love for Him is not showing myself better than another, but it points all back to Him. My ability to feel and to love Him is a result of being loved by Him first. My love for Him testifies of His love for me. And so I call out His name, because He is worthy to be praised.