Sometimes I have to remind myself of the magnitude of God’s love. I think if most of us were honest about it, we would admit that we don’t always grasp the Father’s love. We don’t get it because it is not only on television and in our lust-ridden society that love has lost its sanctity, but also in our churches and spiritual thinking where the great story of God’s love has become glamorized and trivialized.
Moreover, Paul expresses the scale at which we compare to understanding God’s love for us when he says, “And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all God’s people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ our Lord” (Eph. 3:17-18).
We just don’t possess enough human intelligence or spiritual reasoning to cover all ends of God’s love. It is a job for the Spirit to reveal.
Not long ago I was reading an essay and a phrase leapt from the page and has provoked me ever since. It is this: God only loves me. It was a reset button for me, halting my hang-ups and cutting loose needless attachments to bring me back to the heart of the matter, which is God’s heart for me.
To think that God, holy and terribly great, possesses a perfect, tender, and enduring love toward me and a hope for my sustained happiness—it is too wonderful for me to comprehend.