2:05 PM I think God loves me. It seems too good to be true but the mere possibility that it is changes my perspective drastically. The implications if this shred of possibility are coursing through me and I feel alive. I feel real.
It started when I was reading the story of Jeremiah and the prophets of baal. God sends this blast of flame straight from the heavens to the earth and it burns up the offering, and the alter, and even the stones and water around the altar. Of course all of the baal worshipers repent then and there.
I was reflecting on this story, thinking about how crazy God is. He cares enough for the obnoxiously stubborn Israelites to teach them over and over again through crazy miracles and object lessons how much he loves them. Jesus does pretty much the same thing with the disciples. Over and over in the bible God takes drastic steps to assure and reassure his people.
Thinking about all of this made me giggle and I thought to myself 'Maybe if He is willing to go all that way for a bunch of crazies, just maybe He really does love me...' No sooner had these thoughts passed through my mind than I had this overwhelming sense of relief, like God has been waiting for me to realize this.
I am still hesitant to fully accept His gracious love- I still hold that I don't deserve it. But the possibility of it all is enough to give me hope.
