Why does a mother love her newborn child? Because the baby is hers? Even more so… because the baby is her! Her blood. Her flesh. Her hope. Her legacy. It doesn’t bother her that the baby gives nothing. She knows a newborn is helpless, weak. She knows babies don’t ask to come into this world. And God knows we didn’t either.
We are God’s idea. We are His. His face. His eyes. His hands. Look deeply into the face of every human being on earth, and you will see His likeness. Though some appear to be distant relatives, they are not. We are, incredibly, the body of Christ. And though we may not act like our Father, there is no greater truth than this: We are His. Unalterably. He loves us. Undyingly.
And Scripture says, “not height nor depth, not any other created thing…nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.” (Romans 8:39)
I’d be a fool not to believe Him.
From: A Gentle Thunder
We are God’s idea. We are His. His face. His eyes. His hands. Look deeply into the face of every human being on earth, and you will see His likeness. Though some appear to be distant relatives, they are not. We are, incredibly, the body of Christ. And though we may not act like our Father, there is no greater truth than this: We are His. Unalterably. He loves us. Undyingly.
And Scripture says, “not height nor depth, not any other created thing…nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.” (Romans 8:39)
I’d be a fool not to believe Him.
From: A Gentle Thunder
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