There’s a song we sing that goes something like “How Great is Your Love”. The more I ask God to show me how much he loves me, the more I believe I should have been singing “How Small is Your Love.” Not because it’s true, but because it’s what I believed: his love was small.
I look back and see all the fear and distrust and the walls and I wonder if I really believed he loved me at all. Because if I did, I would have leapt, I would have cried yes! If I truly believed his love was great, I’d be able to pray anything and truly want anything he’d give me. I’d know that no matter how he answered, he would prepare me, equip me, give me only what was good for me and even if it seemed bad or painful, he would work it all together for his good.
So I’m still praying, “God, show me how much you love me.” I don’t want to sing with my lips it’s great and believe in my heart it’s small. I want to sing with confidence, with conviction, “How Great is Your Love.” I want to know it because I’ve lived it.
This post is linked to Five Minute Friday: Small