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Times by Tenth Avenue North

 
This song is full of what I know the Lord is saying to my heart when and if I am honest with myself. Specifically these lyrics:
"The times that you doubt me
When you can't feel
The times that you question
Is this for real

The times you're broken
The times that you mend
The times you hate me
And the times that you bend

Well my love is over
It's underneath
It's inside
It's in between"
I have always grown up thinking that there were compartments, almost like shelves, in my life that God belonged in.  I thought He should go in such-and-such a shelf when I was happy and such-and-such a shelf when I was sad.  It was like I put on a different pair of glasses to see Him through in different parts of my life.  And I still struggle with that mindset but this song is such a good reminder to me that His love is all around and in me.  My trying to organize God was just a waste of time and a futile attempt to make God easier for my mind to understand.  But I'm beginning to be satisfied with the knowledge that who He is, is more than I'll ever be able to grasp.  I'm embracing the fact that I will never be able to embrace all of Him in this world but He will always know all of me and love it completely.  It's humbling and refreshing.
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