Movies are made about it. Songs are written about it. Books are penned.
I struggle. I daily struggle to see how I can be lovable. To see what my value might be. In the midst of my human mistakes and sin, I see that I am a wretch. I am unlovable.
I seek for the fairy tale where everything is turned right and the princess is told that she is loved and everything ends happily ever after. I long for that unconditional love that is described in the age old tales.
But, this is life.
In an effort to fill this void, our churches have begun to focus on the attribute of God as Love. Thankfully, He is Love (I John 4:8). I have grown up hearing about how great His love is for ME. All that He has done for ME.
But, what about when I can't grasp that? When His love feels cold and I can't see how He could love a wretch like me? When I continually feel rejection from those I love? When I sit on my couch at 2 am feeling utterly alone and unloved?
That's when GRACE steps in.
Recently, I heard a speaker point out that God's attribute that the angels celebrate is NOT His love.
When Isaiah went before the throne of God, the seraphim sang something entirely different. Something our culture teaches us to gloss over in our search for love. Something that is vital to that very search.
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts;
The whole earth is full of His glory!”
~Isaiah 6:3
And yet....
He chooses to love ME! He chooses to love YOU!
In the midst of my sinful messiness and His awesome holiness, He decided to show His love, and give His most prized possession - His only Son (Romans 5:8).
He brought a Moabitess into the family.
In the midst of my sinful messiness and His awesome holiness, He decided to show His love, and give His most prized possession - His only Son (Romans 5:8).
He brought a Moabitess into the family.
Until I realize just how vast the expanse is between God and my own humanness, I cannot grasp His deep love. I cannot understand how Jesus provided that bridge of salvation. I cannot understand how His grace did reach down and give me a fairy tale love.
No, not the fairy tale love - something better. Because His love cost Him so much, it means so much more.
He loves you. For real.
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