I don’t know where you are in your walk with God, and so I don’t know what you need. I can suppose you need the story I’m sharing, because you’re here. Maybe it’s helping you process a story you’ve already lived. Maybe it’s helping you live.

If you’re coming to this email this morning looking for a reason to believe God loves you…

Of course you are. Aren’t we all? No matter how long He’s loved us. No matter how long we’ve known. No matter how many ways He’s proven it. We’re always looking for one more reason to believe it’s true. I get it—being loved by the Maker of everything, King of all, Father of life, it’s an impossible wonder. There’s no getting your head around it.

When God says “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts” He’s talking about His mercy, the way He brings us back when we’ve wandered away. He says, You can’t understand how much I love you.

To which we say, Exactly.

In fact, sometimes our arms are so full of all-this-love-He-keeps-giving that it’s hard to hold it—maybe we trip, maybe we’re bumped, maybe someone takes a swipe at it—and love spills this way and that, rolling across the floor like so many coins, and for a moment our arms are empty and we get scared that maybe the love is gone or maybe the love never existed.