I have lived quite a life. Sometimes, I'll be telling a story from something I have experienced, and it will roll into another story, which will roll into another one, and I'll look up to see someone gape-mouthed in front of me, one eyebrow sort of cocked up, and I'll laugh and say, "Didn't you know? God loves me special much."
I haven't thought about these experiences in quite so positive a light while I've been living most of them, but as the acute phases wear off and things start to settle into a bigger perspective, I look at my life, and I see the fingerprints of divine love all over it.
Truth be told, the experiences I've had, the strength I now stand in, the character of my spirit, all the things that make me who I am, not a one of them is possible unless God loves me.
The same is true for you.
Nothing in your life is possible unless it is God who is loving you. Through the hard times and the easy ones, the good and the bad, the trials and the triumphs, all of it, God has been busy loving you.
And Psalms confirms that I am right - He loves us (me, you) very much. Special much. (Psalm 117:2)
Sometimes, it's hard to see that in the moment. It's hard to look past the circumstances and see what's going on. It's all we can do to keep our eyes open to see the trees, let alone look for the forest. It's hard, in the dust and the ashes, to remember that God is loving us.
But He is.
I wish we could see it from His end, so we could always know, but the only option we have is to see it from our side. From our already-but-not-yet, waiting-and-hoping-and-trusting, longing side where the love isn't always obvious, but if we can slow down, quiet our souls a little, get away from the noise and the mess, we can feel it. Undeniably. We know it in the pits of our souls.
God loves us special much.
He always has. He always will.
He always is.
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