My wife writes love songs. In fact, they’re songs about a love affair she’s been having for quite some time now. Affectionate, heart-felt, romantic songs that express her passion, her devotion, her obsession. I suppose I could get jealous because they’re not about me.

Years ago I had to come to the realization that although my wife loved me, there was someone she loved a lot more. She’d let me know it and still does regularly. When she talks about him her face lights up. Sometimes she get’s emotional and cries at just the mention of his name. When it comes to anything to do with him, she’s like a kid.

“…the children in the Temple [were] shouting, ‘Praise God for the Son of David.’ But the leaders were indignant. They asked Jesus, ‘Do you hear what these children are saying?’ ‘Yes,’ Jesus replied. ‘Haven’t you ever read the Scriptures? For they say, “You have taught children and infants to give you praise.”’” (Matthew 21:15–16, NLT)

I wish you could see the video I took the other day. It’s a video of all the kids who were at our church’s vacation Bible school last week singing one of my wife’s love songs. They’re making all sorts of hand motions and their voices are ringing out singing…

“There is nothing that can separate me from your love, Nothing I’ve ever done, nothing I’ll ever do, There is nothing that can separate me from your love,Your arms are opened wide,
And I am wrapped inside your love.”

Later when I played back the video, those words sank into my heart, “Nothing I’ve ever done…or do…can separate me from you love.” I began to think about all the dumb and sinful things I’ve done, and how hard my heart can get but how God has redeemed me time and time again, and has continued to wrap me in his love. I began to cry out, “Oh, Jesus, I am so thankful for how much you love me. There aren’t enough words for me to tell you what your love means to me.” So I sang the that song again, and again.

My wife writes love songs.