Could it be the reason that command –
and that is what it is –
is so hard for us
is that we don’t understand
the love of God is for us?
Could it be that in our busy-ness
we think God will finally
approve of us,
“Now that you’ve done this…
now I love you.”
Could it be that we don’t understand.
God loves us.
He always has.
He always will.
Sometimes I feel like God has this standard that’s out there – some set of expectations that I’m never going to live up to, and unless I do, he won’t really approve of me as a son.
My father told a story recently of a mother he visited with whose son is my age, still living at home, and working in a token job in order to appease his parents. Even though in the eyes of most of the world, the kid is fairly worthless, his mother’s view was strikingly different: “He’s a good kid.”
Regardless of my status in the world’s eyes,
Regardless of the thousands of times I fall short,
My father in heaven loves me
And thinks I’m a good kid.