It’s a fact whether it ‘feels’ like it or not. My God loves me. When I’m in that desert place and I “see” nothing, “hear” nothing, “feel” nothing. Jesus is close. When that unexpected hospital bill shows up. The Holy Spirit knows all about it. When a loved one is sick. When relationships are broken. When the job is going nowhere. On and on and on and on….. life. I grasp onto this Rock and I hold on tight. God loves me more than my human mind could EVER comprehend. Someday I’ll experience it to the fullest.
I had a dream once. Or maybe they call it a ‘vision’. Because usually I’ll forget a dream. But I’ll never forget this one. I had died and was entering Heaven. Jesus was there to meet me. The King of the Universe was greeting me as a friend! He said there was someone waiting to see me. We started off and then I knew! It was my Abba Father! I ran! And there He was! Waiting for me! I ran into His arms. I experienced a sense of belonging that I’d never experienced before. He was so happy to see me and to talk with me and love me and hold me. I really can’t describe it all in words. But I hold onto this vision often.
Yes, my God loves me. This I know. Life and life’s circumstances can try to make me believer otherwise, but the Truth is this: God loves me. It’s my story – it’s my TRUTH- and I’m sticking to it.