Recently, Amber and I got tied up over a misunderstanding. We were equally wrong but she apologized first (note to self: be the bigger man since I am the bigger man). The instant she apologized to me, my frustrations began to dissipate and my heart began swelling with an overwhelming amount of love for her. As I analyzed the moment and my corresponding emotions, another thought darted cross-current into my consciousness: “I wonder if this is what God feels when we repent to Him?” And then that thought was immediately followed by: “Yes, except that God’s love is connected to infinity.”
I can’t really get my head around infinity, but it sure sounds like a lot.
I kept thinking about this all throughout the day, and I remembered an obscure mythology story wherein the Norse god, Thor, was challenged by the Ogre King to drink all of the ale from his drinking horn. When Thor brought the horn to his lips, convinced that he could easily drain its contents, the Ogre King slipped the end of the horn into the ocean. Although Thor’s draught was impressive and the oceans of the world receded a little from all their beaches, no one can swallow the whole ocean, and so Thor was thus humiliated.
I know, it’s a weird story for illustrating God’s love for us. Except that it isn’t. It’s actually a great picture of how God’s love is drawn from an endless supply. Like the ocean that could not be swallowed, God’s love for you and me is of a deep, abounding, infinite level.
King David said it this way, “For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His love for those who fear Him” (Psalm 103:11).
He loves you! Not with a love that ebbs and flows, but with a commitment that is deeper than the deepest waters of the sea.
Know you are loved today!
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Note to myself as well!
So, so grateful for His all-consuming love that is mine whether I can wrap my little mind around it or not.
“Could we with ink the ocean fill, and were the skies of parchment made; were every stalk on earth a quill, and every man a scribe by trade, to write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky…….O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong!……..” –The Love of God, by F. M. Lehman
Thiss was a lovely blog post