It seems the older I get the more I realise how hard it is to love without conditions…or expectations.
It’s actually unbelieveable to comprehend that kind of love is real. The kind of love that loves people with such freedom.
Actually it shocks me, when I realise God loves us fully, even with the knowledge of how one day, we may hurt him or turn away from him or even not love him back.
When I think about that in the context of my own world, I become uncomfortable. I am deeply challenged by the depth of courage and grace and forgiveness it takes for me to even begin to love people fully. Completely. Despite their failings. Despite my failings.
There is always some valid excuse not to love someone fully.
How do you love someone who rejects you, betrays you, hurts you, disappoints you?
It’s impossible, isn’t it?
But when I open my bible, I am floored by what I see.. By who I see.
Jesus.
And I want to be like Him.