The one thing about God that never fails to bring me to my knees is His love.
Granted, His love is really everything there is. When we think of what God is supposed to be, that’s the first word that comes to mind, isn’t it? Even someone who doesn’t know Him knows that He is love.
But sometimes we forget just how big, and simultaneously how personal, that love is. The Creator of the universe holds us in the palm of His hand. The hands that cradle the stars are the hands that bled for us. I know this, but I can’t always wrap my head around it. & that’s the beauty of it. It’s so incomprehensible, the only right reaction is to stand in awe.
The God who sees all the ugliness in me calls me Hepzibah (“my delight is in her”). I am His lily among thorns, His beloved, His child. The God who could hold all my sin against me cradles me in His loving embrace & calls me His.
Lord I'm amazed by You, how You love me…
Granted, His love is really everything there is. When we think of what God is supposed to be, that’s the first word that comes to mind, isn’t it? Even someone who doesn’t know Him knows that He is love.
But sometimes we forget just how big, and simultaneously how personal, that love is. The Creator of the universe holds us in the palm of His hand. The hands that cradle the stars are the hands that bled for us. I know this, but I can’t always wrap my head around it. & that’s the beauty of it. It’s so incomprehensible, the only right reaction is to stand in awe.
The God who sees all the ugliness in me calls me Hepzibah (“my delight is in her”). I am His lily among thorns, His beloved, His child. The God who could hold all my sin against me cradles me in His loving embrace & calls me His.
Lord I'm amazed by You, how You love me…
(I may write more on this later.)
