How Does God Love Me?

​How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.”

This is such a beautiful sonnet, and God loves us even more! 1 John 4:9-10: “God showed how much He loved {He LOVES us!!} us by sending His One and Only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through Him. This is REAL Love – not that we love God, but that He loves us – He sent His Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins!”

How much better can it get? I am so spoiled… no, make that blessed! Seriously. This morning I’m talking about my little dogs, because I can. 😉 Every morning, our routine is this. They wake me up with kisses (not everyone gets kissed awake!!), then they go out while I turn on the coffee. I feed them – the little black boy sits up on his back legs so prettily while he’s waiting – then I get my coffee, and by then the little brown boy is dancing at my feet, anxiously waiting for me to go sit on the couch. Really. Dancing. As soon as I sit, he is climbing into my lap to be covered in his blanket, while the little black one curls up on my side. (He’s my shadow. Wherever I go in the house, he’s right there with me.)

Many of you think I’m nuts (not to mention any names, sis, heeheehee) but others understand what I’m talking about. I have never been a “little” dog person. My preference runs to bigger ones – 40 to 80 pounds – but these two found me and I wouldn’t change it. My big boy Rascal used to get in my lap, too, but at at 70+ pounds, about all that fit was his head! 
Why am I talking about dogs today? Because they are all about love. Because dog, turned around, spells God. Love, unexplainable, without boundaries, total love. No matter if I were to mistreat them, or how long I leave them, they are always there waiting on me so they can show me how much they love me and missed me. Like the prodigal son, they are there with no judgement or condemnation. It’s pretty amazing when you think about it. 
  “We had to celebrate this happy day. For your brother was dead and has come back to life! He was lost, but now he is found!” – Luke 15:32 NLT (http://bible.com/116/luk.15.32.NLT)

Substitute “mom” for brother and that’s how the dogs act when I come in after being gone. It doesn’t matter if I was gone for 15 minutes or a couple of weeks. It’s time for the to celebrate when I walk in the door! It’s a tiny example of the rejoicing that happens in heaven when we return to God’s arms. He is always there, waiting for us to open the door and walk in. So where are you today? Have you left His comfort and His embrace to do your own thing? Life is short, people.  When I was in my twenties, I doubted I would see 50. In my thirties, I seriously doubted I would see 50. In fact, I was sure of it. How could I survive what I was doing? God obviously wasn’t done with me yet, because I’m 65 and still kicking. I don’t know His plan, but I try to stay open to His leading. How are you doing? Struggling to do it yourself way, or submitting to His will? 

Just askin’….

(😆 I am shamelessly showing how cute these two are to me!)


Amen!

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