Who is this God who loves me so much? Why do I think I know Him yet His vastness escapes my comprehension? With each day of living, I experience so much of His love only to discover how little I know of him. My love for Him is so minimal in contrast to His love for me. If love is about shared lives, I am receiving so much more than my God receives from me. I struggle to love Him and He pours love, His love into my spirit. I love through worship and adoration; in contrast, this is so much less than how He loves me. When I contemplate how He loves me, I am humbled. To be His created, to be the desire of His heart, even as a man, God’s intimacy captures me as if I was still a child. He encourages me, how do I encourage Him; He strengthens me, how do I strengthen Him; He expends even unto death for my sake, what can give of value to Him; He speaks to me and life is transformed, what can I say to Him that transforms His being? On and on goes the contrasting. Maybe therein is the understanding, it is in the differences; God lives radically different than I do! Wait, there is a simple reality that I cannot ignore, God created me, created me in His image. More than conceived, I was formed by His hands; O that I could live as to how He formed me! God I love you, I do, but will it ever be enough, will it ever be as deep as you love me? I think I sacrifice and then you replenish my spirit to overflowing; I follow you, then you invite me to walk alongside. When I run ahead and Your Spirit turns me back to you…you are my Pastor, my Shepherd, if I cannot love you as you love me, help me to love people, your people, your sheep, the flock as you love me…by Grace Alone! www.hcfcc.org
Who is this God who loves me so much? Why do I think I know Him yet His vastness escapes my comprehension? With each day of living, I experience so much of His love only to discover how little I know of him. My love for Him is so minimal in contrast to His love for me. If love is about shared lives, I am receiving so much more than my God receives from me. I struggle to love Him and He pours love, His love into my spirit. I love through worship and adoration; in contrast, this is so much less than how He loves me. When I contemplate how He loves me, I am humbled. To be His created, to be the desire of His heart, even as a man, God’s intimacy captures me as if I was still a child. He encourages me, how do I encourage Him; He strengthens me, how do I strengthen Him; He expends even unto death for my sake, what can give of value to Him; He speaks to me and life is transformed, what can I say to Him that transforms His being? On and on goes the contrasting. Maybe therein is the understanding, it is in the differences; God lives radically different than I do! Wait, there is a simple reality that I cannot ignore, God created me, created me in His image. More than conceived, I was formed by His hands; O that I could live as to how He formed me! God I love you, I do, but will it ever be enough, will it ever be as deep as you love me? I think I sacrifice and then you replenish my spirit to overflowing; I follow you, then you invite me to walk alongside. When I run ahead and Your Spirit turns me back to you…you are my Pastor, my Shepherd, if I cannot love you as you love me, help me to love people, your people, your sheep, the flock as you love me…by Grace Alone! www.hcfcc.org
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