My understanding is so incomplete that it forces me to feel small. A mystery bigger than myself remains. I am easy to figure out. Simple in light of the God that created me. I am little. I am the she who is just trying to know the almighty He.
Our creator.
My heart skips a beat when I think about this God that loves me. My heart yearns to know the real Jesus. Not what we have painted him to be. I get frustrated by my inability to know more. To see more. To love more fully.
But my frustrations ends when I am reminded that my God is infinite. I am not. All that I can fully know is that I will never know everything.
Further, I have found that by ones desire to know everything, they will stop at a faulty answer and then pridefully put others down who disagree with them. May we put away our pride, and clothe ourselves with humility and love; because if we want to know God and see as He sees we must first look through the lenses of Love.
Ultimately, my hope is that by our human knowledge we do not turn Jesus into what we want Him to be, but we desire for Him to turn us into what He wants us to be.
A people of LOVE
and If all I know is love, then I know my savior.
Besides that
I’m okay with the fact that my God is a mystery
Because If He wasn’t a mystery, He wouldn’t be God.
Would He?
