I can complicate things. Even simple things. I can take one easy thing and make it in to so much more. I do this so automatically, without thinking. Take for instance, my husband giving me a compliment that I look good in these pants. I complicate it by asking myself: “is it the color he likes? the fit? the fact that I put pants on instead of sweats? is he just saying that to make me feel good? does he really mean it? does my butt look good in these?” Oh lordie! Stop it already!
Have you been there before?
It hit me the other day when God told me He loved me that I complicate this as well. How does He love me? What does it mean that He loves me? Does it mean He loves what I did that day? He loves how He made me? He loves that I spend time with Him?
Then I just starting thinking that God’s love has no limits or boundaries. He loves me just because I am. He loves to just hang out with me. He loves my sense of humor. He loves to give me gifts. He loves to do things for me. He tells me I’m doing good (and means it!). He just wants to let me sit and let Him love me. I don’t have to even try to love Him back. I don’t have to reciprocate. He just loves me when I don’t do anything. He loves me. Just me being me. He loves me just as I am with no strings.
It’s really just that simple.
I’m going to sit now and just let Him love me. Wanna join me?
“Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.” I Corinthians 13: 4-7