Play it again, Mama: Made to Love

(Originally posted 2/08)

The dream is fading, now I'm staring at the door

I know it's over cause my feet have hit the cold floor

Check my reflection, I  ain't feelin' what I see

It's no mystery

Whatever happened to a passion I could live for

What became of the flame that made me feel more

And when did I forget that...

I was made to love you

I was made to find you

I was made just for you

Made to adore you

I was made to love

And be loved by you

You were here before me

You were waiting on me

And you said you'd keep me

Never would you leave me

I was made to love 

And be loved by you

The dream's alive with my eyes opened wide

Back in the ring you've got me swinging for the grand prize

I feel the haters spittin vapor on my dreams

But I still believe

I'm reachin out, reachin, up, reachin over

I feel a breeze cover me called Jehovah

And Daddy I'm on my way

"Cause I was made to love...

I was made to love you

I made to find you

I was made just for you

Made to adore you

I was made to love

And be loved by you

You were here before me

You were waiting on me

And you said you'd keep me

Never would you leave me

I was made to love

And be loved by you

(Partial lyrics to "Made to Love" by TobyMac)

I've had this song playing on my "My Space" page for about a week and I'd really caught in my head.  It has a great tune and gets my toes tapping.  It's a new favorite.  

What does it mean to be "made to love?"  If you're anything like me, the day in and day out of being a mommy can become quite monotonous.  Especially with a two year old.  I find myself not "loving" in the tasks that seem to drag on: potty training, dishes, laundry, making dinner.  But this song has been a faithful reminder that even in those things, I am to be showing my love to my husband, my son, my daughter, and those I invite into my home.  I wasn't made for these "tasks", but rather to love those around me.  So how am I showing that when the household chores are piling up and my patience is at its end?  And where do I draw that love from to get me through the day?

As I write this, my son is screaming in time out.  And why did he go there?  Because we love him and want what's best for him.  And how will be continue to love him through these turbulent years of toddlerhood?  By drawing on the source of love, Jesus.  

So as you go throughout your days, remember that you were made to love those around you.  And if that means having a two year old help you with dinner, and cleaning the inevetable mess that will accompany it, embrace it.  And draw that love from the one source that can continue to supply it even when you think it's at its end.