Love...

When we say we "love" God, do we really mean it? Is it a real love? Do we even know what we're saying? Do we understand the statement we're making, that we "love" the infinite God of the universe. The one who knew us before we were even formed. Do we understand a love that absolutely crazy?

I think the answer to that question is not how much do I love God, for yes, of course I do, did you see how much I gave up for him? But the exact opposite, do I know how much HE "loves" me?

I think it's probably the normal thing to do when faced with trying to love the most amazing and loving person in the world... How could they love me? How could they see everything I've done and still say, I love you and want to be with you. I don't care that you have screwed up fifteen million times and will continue to screw up for the rest of your life, I love you. You are mine. You are loved. You don't have to perform. You don't have to meet a quota. You don't have to have all the answers. You don't have to have all the questions... Will you let me love you? Will you let my unconditional love wash over your life? Will you allow me to woo you? Will you allow me to love you?

Can we even understand that? Often, in my feeble mind I am not able to understand that God loves me for me. But my heart... oh my heart often has this encounter with God where I just lose it. I was driving down the road earlier tonight and the song, "How He Loves Us" came on and I just wept...

I can't explain this love.

I hope to share it with the world though.