This weekend we sang the Sunday School classic "His Banner Over Me is Love." As I was singing the chorus, I was struck by the discrepancy between the lyrics and my thought pattern. I know that He covers me with His banner of love and prepares a lavish banquet for me. I realized that I tend to operate under the impression that I have been given a humble meal of peanut butter and jelly, not a banquet in my honor.
The image that correctly reflects His all consuming love and provision for me is the "Be Our Guest" scene from Beauty and the Beast.