Remember the childhood game of picking petals off a flower to determine the level of someone’s love for us? Of course we knew it was immature and untrue, yet somehow we kept plucking away. We sit back, reminisce and laugh–until the moment we recognize we haven’t fully outgrown this game of yore. The truth is, too many of us continue to waver in our belief that God loves us.
We get a new job or the doctor gives has good results.
He loves me.
Bills exceed our income. Our marriage crumbles.
He loves me not.
Oh, friend, can we just stop the game here and now? Pluck the final petal- the one landing on He loves me–and pluck no more, for He does in ways that exceed anything you can imagine.
As I’ve studied everything Christ endured leading up to the crucifixion, I’ve one of the thoughts that repeats over and over is simply this: we really have no right to question His love. Are we really so bold as to say that someone could voluntarily endure extreme forms of torture for our benefit, but if we make one wrong move, that love is over?
As we wrap up this day of love, I have a message for all of you. It doesn’t matter if you are married, widowed, single, divorced or claim “it’s complicated” on your Facebook page, you are loved. Period.Click To Tweet
Embrace it. Relish it. And dare I say–live it.