Earlier, I posted the following status on Facebook: "We'll never understand God's love until we stop defining it in terms of us & our sin. His pure & perfect love has nothing to do with what we've done (or not done). He just loves us." Far too often I've been guilty of that terrible - some portray it as entirely unpardonable - sin of doubt. I've forgotten my first love. I've wondered if Papa still loves me. I've been defining my Abba's love in terms of me, my sin, the things I've done. I was turning unconditional, eternal, selfless, sacrificial, Fatherly love into something that could fall short, something that would end or give up after I had hit some "quota". I was turning the God of the universe into someone who would say "sorry honey, you've sinned too much, no more love for you".
Who am I to put you in a box, Lord? Who am I to limit Your love, Your power, Your redemptive grace? You are limitless. To even suggest that You could ever stop loving me would go against everything You are.
I think I'm giving up on trying to wrap my head around my Father's love. I know I can't define it in terms of me, but I'm not going to try putting it in terms of Him, the God who gave everything to be with me. As soon as I try to comprehend that love, I'm limiting it. When I make it something I can understand, it ceases to be something I can worship. I was made to stand in awe of my Creator, not to control Him, not to keep Him working on my schedule or to make Him something I can wrap my feeble human brain around. There's a reason that He's God and I'm not.
"38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future,nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." -Romans 8:38-39
