In a similar way, God meets me where I am. He loves me in spite of my fears and failures. He listens to whatever is on my heart, and he loves me anyway. Even after years of knowing Him, I still marvel at that: God loves me. Me! The one with the messy heart, the one who daily falls short, the one who could never ever earn His love. Amazing grace, indeed.
I came across this verse (Deuteronomy 33:12) when I was searching for "beloved":
About Benjamin he said, Let the beloved of the Lord rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves rests between his shoulders.
Isn't that a beautiful word picture?I am "beloved of the Lord."
When I'm weary of soul, I can rest secure in Him.
When I'm afraid, He shields me.
And I can rest between His shoulders. This is like a father carrying his son. For me, that summons descriptive words like trustworthy and safe. Who doesn't desire that?
What comes to mind when you read this verse?