I’ve been mulling this post over for a few days now. I tried to remember the first time I ever heard about Jesus. I’m sure it was so early in life that I can’t even truly remember. While I didn’t really grow up in church during my younger years, my mother and my grandmother made sure to tell me who Jesus was. So, I’ve always known about him as far as I’m concerned. However, there comes a moment when knowing about him is not longer good enough.
I truly gave my life to God when I was 16. He pulled on my heart during a sermon in our little country church. I walked down the aisle and gave him everything I had to give. Me. He met me there. I was completely naked before him, because he sees to the very depth of who you are. He knew me, and still loved me. He knew the sins I had committed. What did he do? He met me there, at an old-fashioned altar. I didn’t have to clean myself up. I didn’t have to act good enough. I didn’t have to act religious. I just had to come. After that, he changed me.
Since that day, I’ve fallen more times than I can count. If I were God, I would have given up on me long ago, but he doesn’t. He keeps right on loving me. He lifts me up out of the mud and cleans me up and pushes me back on track. He never changes. His love for me doesn’t change. I find myself putting earthly limits on him, when they have no affect on him. His love is supernatural and it can’t be comprehended. He gives peace that is beyond all understanding. His love always finds me.
So I stand in amazement that the God of Heaven could love me so much. That he could love all of us SO much. It doesn’t matter what you have done. It doesn’t matter where you’ve been. He’ll meet you there. He sees all the dirty and disgusting things that you hate about yourself and he still loves you. He’ll change you. Will you meet with him? He’s already there, arms open wide, ready to pick you up swing you around like a little child. Run to him. Don’t wait.