Do You Know the Way You Move Me?

Have you ever dwelt on the notion of the love of God? And how deep, and how wide, and how long it is? It's huge. And even that is an understatement.

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand--when I wake, I am still with you" (Psalm 139.13-18; NIV).

"But God shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us" (Romans 5.8; ESV).

So let me get this straight. God formed me, saw me from the beginning, and loved me. He formed you, saw you from the beginning, and loved you. Crazy.

And then we fast forward a bit. We'd lived life a little. Heck, we screwed it all up. Yet "while we were still sinners, Christ died for us". In this God has shown us His love. So He loved us from the beginning. He loved us during. And He will always love us. Nothing can separate us from His love (Romans 8:38-39).

I'm preaching to myself as much as I am preaching to you. This is something that I often forget and wrestle with often. I don't want His love. Sometimes I am so frustrated with myself, I dislike myself to such an intense degree that I don't want Him to love me. Cause I don't deserve it. And guess what? I don't! None of us do! But God loves us anyway.

Let His love change you. Let it transform you. Think about those around you who make you think about the love of God. Those around you who are beaming with His love. The shine of His glory that radiates off of someone reflects the time spent seeking the face of God.

He is love and we are made in His image. With Him, we too, can be love. Love to ourselves (for some of us do not love ourselves), love to others, and love to the broken world around us.