“When nothing else could help, love lifted me!”
This was one of my Grandpa’s favorite hymns. Now that the kids are in bed and the (mostly) happy chaos of life has slowed down a bit, I can almost hear him playing it on his harmonica.
I have a precious audio recording of the two of us singing this song together when I was just a few years old.
So “Love Lifted Me” bears a lot of meaning in my life.
But as much as a past testimony of a divine love that lifted me…
I’m moved by this divine love that lifts me still.
When I’m bowed low in discouragement as my enemies threaten to overwhelm me, His love lifts my head. (Psalm 3:3)
When I’m uncertain of which path to take, His love teaches me to lift my soul. (Psalm 143:8)
When my focus is set on my circumstances and distracted by storms all around, it’s His love that moves me to lift my eyes. (Psalm 121:1)
When I gain a renewed awareness of the depth of my sin and the distance it creates between me and my Savior, His love compels me to lift my heart. (Lamentations 3:40-42)
When blessings abound and I am reminded of His faithful and steadfast love, that same love inspires me to lift my hands. (Psalm 63:3-4)
Yes, love lifted me.
But hallelujah…
it lifts me still.
Written by Jennifer Clarke
