I realized something this morning as, yet again, anxiety gripped me. I don't nearly consider and meditate on the love and affection of Jesus as often as I ought to. Oh, what needless fears and anxieties and doubts I carry. And how many empty cisterns have I run after because I so often fail to do this?
Numbers 16:9 "Does it seem insignificant to you that the God of Israel has chosen you from among all the community and Israel to be near to him…."
This verse from Numbers 16 pricked my heart and turned my thoughts and imagination to Calvary's hill, where God displayed Jesus' love for us to gaze upon and survey. Look with me and see Jesus, who came from heaven to earth, from the earth to Cross, separated from the Father, excluded, mocked, treated as foreigner and criminal, killed and condemned in my place, for my sins so that by His blood you and I can be brought near to the Fathers embrace.
Is this a small thing in my eyes? Is this great, unnerving, unsettling, and astounding thing that God has done through His Son dying on the Cross and rising again, unworthy of my constant attention, the recurring awareness observation, and regard of my mind? By the blood, sweat, tears, and death of God, I have been made His child, His spouse, His love and delight. Oh, that my heart may steadfastly perceive and my mind be cognitively aware of the expanse of this God-Man's love for me though it is far too overwhelming to grasp fully.
Ephesians 3:19 "May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God."