His love comes after me. He breaks through my passivity, opensmy sleepy eyelids, and kicks down my walls of flippancy. He brings life to my numbness, warms my frozen heart, and aligns my path to His.
My stumbling, hesitant footsteps had begun to drag. Where was God? He was all around me, all the time, and I was reminded of His love practically 24/7. But my heart was closed and my eyes were stubbornly shut. It wasn’t that He wasn’t there. I wasn’t willing to receive His grace. I didn’t want to take another step, deeper into that ocean, to leave the shore even further behind.
He left the ninety-nine to come back and find me.
He pursued me when I wouldn’t pursue Him.
He took my hand and led me closer to Home.
// Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God! //
Inspired from “Reckless Love” by Cory Asbury
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