I once read a book called The Autobiography of God. Basically, it’s a treatment of the parables as told by Jesus that each tell one truth about God.

One chapter was called The Prodigal God. Some of the definitions of prodigal that I’ve found are “having or giving something on a lavish scale” or “spending money or resources freely and recklessly; wastefully extravagant.”

That’s how God loves me. That’s how God loves you. Not in a tidy and contained manner. It’s like trying to contain Niagara Falls in a thimble. It’s like trying to capture the ocean in a shot glass.

It’s way more than we can contain or hold. That kind of love can’t help but overflow and touch what’s around it. That kind of love can’t help but touch those around us as we receive it and let it pass unhindered through us.

I myself can’t love anyone on my own. I don’t have it in me. But if I am a conduit of God’s love, then people will know love through me. Not just any love, but true agape love that can only come from God that is unconditional and everlasting.

I want as much of that kind of love as I can handle, and then some. I want it to overflow onto everyone I meet and everyone I see until they know it, too.

Even so, let it be, Lord.