Late at night, I inched open the door and looked at my kids. Staring at them, I thought something like this, I’ll love them always, no matter what. Nothing will ever change, I will always love my babies. . .
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession. (1 Pet. 2:9)
If God has chosen you; you cannot be ‘unwanted’.
If He declares you royal, He gives you enough worth to receive love, to display love, and to accept love from Him.
If you’re holy, the mistake from last week cannot mark you ‘a bad Christian’.
If God owns you, a special possession, He doesn’t return you back — like an unwanted good.
You are not who man says you are…nor are you who you ‘feel’ you are…or who you ‘thought you were’. You are who Christ says you are. You are wanted and in His love. Like a treasure, you sit on His hand. No one can steal treasure from a King’s palace, and certainly not from — His hand.
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. (Jo. 10:28)
There you sit. Loved. Wanted. Chosen. Holy. Righteous — because of HIM.
No matter how the wind blows — good day or bad — you remain — loved as a daughter. No matter how the conversation ended — there you are — still His. No matter how much you need mounds and mounds of forgiveness — there He goes again — loving you, dusting you off, helping you up and teaching you how to walk again.
You can walk any distance, but you cannot walk out of His love.
Because of Jesus we are holy. Because of God’s goodness we are kept. Because God so loved the world that He sent His one and only son — we are always wanted. This is love.
This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. (1 Jo. 4:10)
Love is not that we proved our self perfect or pretty or pious one day. But, it is simply because one man proved everything, then defiantly busted out of the grave. With this, we get a new life and a new perspective on life.
It doesn’t matter what your history says about you… What appearances made of you… What people think of you… What that person did to you… What you ‘figure’ about you… What condemnation is saying to you… What is happening to you… What you wish was happening to you…
It is finished. Love is here. Love is always. Love helps you to change and grow.
You are: Chosen. Wanted. Holy. Pure in God’s eyes.
Praise be to the unblemished lamb that was slain! He has completely changed everything for you and for me.
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Sally Lloyd Jones gets this so right in her writing: They were lovely because God loved them. She says it over and over again, and I never get enough of that truth.
All because of His grace — what love!
A timely word; I can never get enough of his love. That He loves me, little old me, refreshes encourages and emboldens me.
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Thank you for this. I love when you said, “there He goes again — loving you, dusting you off, helping you up and teaching you how to walk again.” I can really relate to that. Since my husband’s stroke and during his recovery, I’ve been trying to learn to spiritually walk again. I thought my foundation of faith was strong before this tragedy but I found out it wasn’t as strong as I thought because my faith was shaken. God’s love and His many ways of reassuring us that he is with us and taking care of us in our greatest trial is teaching me how to walk again.
Remembering who we are in Him makes all the difference. Now, to live life believing it!
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Thank you so much. This is the third time God is talking about His love for me.
Who am I that He loves me?
We are so prone to loving conditionally that it’s hard for us to get our minds around that kind of love! May we spend the rest of our lives trying.