It occured to my slow mind today that when I've asked myself a million times, "How could my heart ever be like God's?" I was totally not believing that it was literally possible. I mean really. I'm a tiny human and he's...well...God. So, as much as I would love to LOVE just like him, I always doubted that I was possible of such perfect and complete love.
After all, how in this huge world could my heart ever love PERFECTLY like his? Well...what I failed to realize was that all of this time he's been waiting in my heart. Waiting for me to let him help. Why this is just now occurring to me? I'm not sure. I think I've always known that he "lived in my heart" but not that he consumed my heart completely, my attitude, and my strength with his own if I would but let him have it all. I always tried to be in control and love "like God." See, I had it all wrong. I need to love with God.
In days when you feel like you can't do it, you don't have the attitude, you don't have the love to give, you don't have the patience, you don't have the desire or the hope--then please check yourself. You can, because God did.
It's not your strength that will get you through, it's Jesus, who lives in you and helps you. He is with us every single moment and sees every single tear, every single act of kindness, and hears your prayers in your deepest darkest moments or your most joyful hours. Whenever I doubt this, I immediately think of Jesus carrying his cross, being tortured and spit on by the very people he was dying to save, and it all becomes so clear. Oh how he loves us.
We serve a God of love. A God of mercy.
He's attracted to your heart. How did we get so lucky to have a God that cares about our tiny lives? It really is a miracle, isn't it?