God Loves Me Like doG loves me

      I was recently challenged to ask God what He thinks of me in light of our knowing that God’s big thing is not just “people,” but ME.  I was challenged to allow that to sink into my heart.  God’s big deal is me and He desires me to understand just how passionately he cares about each of us as individuals.  God and I talked about that a little last night.  This morning as I got up to spend some time with Him, I again began to reflect on this question.

 

     I can be analytical and because of my nature, I often see God in the same light.  In fact, when Johnny challenged us to ask God this question, I was already making my logical list of my strengths and weaknesses and thinking, “Well of course this is how God sees me.  It is logical.  It just makes sense.  It is fair.  It isn’t glossing things over, or blowing things out of proportion with false grandeur.”  But then Johnny went on to say, “Not what you think.  What GOD thinks about you.”  

     So, here is my profoundly deep revelation; God loves me like dog.  For me, it is a dog named Scooby, our Great Dane.  He is always happy to see me, in fact, his day is actually completely in tune with my schedule.   When I have time to spend with him and even (read: especially) when I don’t make take for this, he continues to be relentless in pursuing me.  I can’t get away from him.  His love is unconditional.  It doesn’t matter how much time I have or haven’t spent with him, he can’t wait to see me.  He utters guttural noises to get my attention and encourage me to just sit with him, enjoy his company, and rest.

 

     Sometimes his love is messy.  No, really.  You see, he pays NO mind to what is between him and me; blatant disregard.  He has knocked over coffee cups (full of coffee), he has cleared a coffee table with his tail, and his mighty charge through a room when I enter leaves others scrambling to remove themselves from his path.

     And I am touched as I bask in the simple truth, God loves me like dog loves me.