The love of God reaches farther than pen can
ever tell, the old hymn declares. There are not enough words to describe His
love. A scroll might span the heavens, but could never contain the whole of His
love in words. So why do I even attempt to write about His love? Because it
helps me remember that nothing is about me. It’s all about Him.
God's love is the only constant reality. He
says, “I love you even though you have decided you don't love me. I love you
even though you have cheapened my grace, and turned away from my love which
died for you. I forgive you even though you cannot forgive another. I love you
in your sin. I died for that sin which separates you from my love. I died so
you might be set free. I gave everything for you to know my love. For you to
discover faith in the midst of fear. For you to discover joy in the midst of
pain. For you to know that even though your love should not be about you, my
love was all about you.”
His love was all about me. My love should be
all about others. He gave everything for me. My love should honor His
sacrifice, and be about the needs, hurts, and pain of others. It is not about
what I might want or think I need. It is not about my hurt feelings, but about
forgiveness. It is not about my pain, but it is about the pain of someone else.
It is not about what I want, but about the needs of another. It is in giving
His love away that I discover the depth of His love for me. If I honor the
depth of His sacrifice and love for me, I will be His hands. I will reach out
to others and share His love.
One
day I will stand before the Lord who gave everything for me. In that one moment
the love I gave on earth will face the love of God in its revealing clarity. It
will no longer be just a reflection. I will, in that moment, know if it was
enough.
©2017 Lynn Lacher
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