One of my favorite scriptures reads: “But behold, the Lord hath redeemed my soul from hell; I have beheld his glory, and I am encircled about eternally in the arms of his love” [ital added] (2 Ne. 1:15).
I know the Lord loves me. I know He loves you. Period. But sometimes I keep him at arm’s length. Close enough, but not too close. Do you ever do that? Or am I the only one? Whether we admit it or not, sometimes we limit His love, by not letting Him love us–all of us.
Do you let him love you, mistakes, imperfections, sins, weaknesses and all? Or do you only let Him love the good parts. Sometimes, we (I) think that because He’s perfect, and we’re not, that He wouldn’t want to love those parts of us. But it is because He’s perfect that He can. And does.
I live with my best friend. And as we’ve grown in our friendship, she’s learned a lot about me–things I sometimes wish she didn’t know. She knows my darkest corners. I remember the day I told her my deepest, darkest, not-one-soul-knows, secret. And as I cried, she moved closer, put her arm around me, squeezed me, and told me it was alright, all the while loving me.
I also remember the day I had to apologize for something I had done–something that in my eyes, warranted an end to our friendship. She had every right, I thought, to never trust me again, let alone speak to me again. But instead, she smiled, moved closer, put her arm around me, squeezed me, told me it was alright, and to never think of it again.
I would imagine most of you have a friend like this, whether it be a spouse or a sister or a friend. Why is it that we allow these people to love even the hard parts of us, and yet, we don’t always allow Christ to do the same? Why don’t we let Him love us the way He wishes He could, but cant, because we stay far, worried that He won’t?
I am here to say He will!
If the people in our lives, with all their own imperfections and flaws and weaknesses, can love us even after knowing all that we’ve done wrong. How much more possible is it that a perfect God, with perfect patience, and a perfect love, can love us that much better? He, like our closest confidant, will always, if we let Him, move closer, put His arm around us, squeeze us, and tell us it is alright.
There is joy in knowing we are loved. There is joy in allowing ourselves to be loved. For His love, will never fail.