Don’t we all ask ourselves this question? In light of world hunger, raging wars, and child abuse, why would God care about me––an ordinary, middle-class suburban housewife?
The short answer is, it’s not about me. I'm not any more or less deserving of God’s love than the next person, but He offers it to me just the same. I just need to reach out and take it. Turn from my sin. Believe. It really is that simple.
But I’m guessing this question was asked from a heart filled with despair. A two-in-the-morning-God-has-forgotten-about-me despair we’ve all felt, if we’re honest.
The truth is, most of the time I don’t feel like God cares. But I know He does. I believe scripture is true, and because of this, I believe God loves me. This knowledge is rooted in fact, and not swayed by my day-to-day feelings. This knowledge allows me to trust God and build my life on a foundation of faith, regardless of my emotions.
I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with loving-kindness (Jer 31:3).
It’s a leap of faith, I know.
But it’s one I’m glad I’ve taken. And once in awhile, I do have a moment of touchy-feely, God-is-real-and-He-cares-about-me clarity. In the meantime, I walk by faith, and not by sight.
And if you’re my middle of the night googler and you’ve come back again, please leave a comment or email me. My contact email is on the side of this blog. I'd love to continue this conversation with you.