I did nothing tonight. Hard as it is to believe, I spent this Saturday evening in front of the idiot box with a very sleepy cat/therapist named Lucy. This jetsetter, this man about town, actually had a quiet night.
And the world didn’t come to a screeching halt.
Do you ever wonder that people forget about you the moment you leave the room? That when it comes to priorities, you’re not high up on anybody’s list? That ultimately you don’t truly matter to anyone?
Sure, I’ve felt that way some nights. But I know this.
There is never a moment that goes by where I’m not in God’s sight, on His mind, and engraved on His hands and on His heart. He loves me completely, unconditionally, unwaveringly, every second of every day of eternity.
God loves you the same way. God loves each person as if they were the only person who had ever lived and could receive the fullness of Love itself.
That kind of love meets you where you are but does not leave you that way. It can’t help but transform the beloved into the image of the Lover. You become most like what you love most. Always.
I can’t say that staying home was my first choice. Or even on my list of top twenty choices.
But here I am, thankful even on a slow Saturday night that I have everything I need in the world right here. Finding the joy on nights like this really does transform how you see the rest of your life. Giving thanks for the small things makes room to receive the greater things.
I think I’ll sign off in a bit here and go do some actual reading of an actual book, with actual pages that turn and everything. How novel.
May you know in full (or as fully as a finite human can comprehend the infinite) how much your Abba really does love you at every moment, whether you feel it or not.
That’s all for now.