I was watching a movie where the main character loved to walk in the rain at night on the streets of Paris. I think I would really like that, too. But that wouldn’t be the best thing.

The best thing to me is this: not that I am all hoorah for God, but that God is for me.

It’s not so much that I am all sold-out on fire (fill in your appropriate spiritual cliche here) in love with God, but that He is totally in love with me.

Truly, I am for God and I love God, but my love is not pure. It’s rife with selfishness and ulterior motives and self-love. Mostly, I am for me and my stuff and my needs.

The part that baffles and amazes me is that God’s love is as pure as God Himself is true. At any given point, His love is just as strong and complete and perfect as it will ever be. His emotion of being in love never wavers or falters like mine does.

But the best part, the most remarkable thing, is the fact that GOD is the one who loves me. You know, the King of the Universe, Creator of everything, Omnipotent, Omnipresent Being. That one. He out of all the people He could have chosen to love for all their beauty or intelligence or talents, chose me.

I still scratch my head sometimes trying to figure out why. I may not ever know why. All I have to do, my job here on earth, is just accept it and pass it on. To be a conduit through which His love passes, a clear vessel filled with the brilliance of the glory of God.

I still think I would like to take a late-night walk in the rain through the streets of Paris one day (preferrably though the older parts). I know that wherever I go, I walk showered in the love of my Abba Father, whose love for me is my life and breath and food and drink and everything else.

That’s pretty freakin’ awesome!