It was a mid-summer day earlier this year as I was conversing with the Lord on my long evening commute. I say to him, "How? Better yet, why? Why do you love me in the first place?" I just didn't understand why or how I would mean anything to Him. "I am just only one person in this world," I thought. I guess you could say when I look at myself in a group of people, my family, my neighborhood, the world, I feel insignificant. That I am just one person and how can God possibly even notice me with so many others? To avoid this perception, it is my conclusion that I must always remain with the Lord in this walk as if He and I are the only ones in this world.
I'll still never understand it fully, but He answered me immediately with the words, "My Creation." Yes, it was His deep but gentle voice. It then donned on me that the love He has for us is very similar to the love I have for my own children. I am certainly His child, but it is still so hard to wrap my head around what Love is then? Where did it stem from? Why is it necessary? Oh I understand why it is necessary here on earth. What fathoms me is beyond this earth.
God created all, and yet if looked at in a large perspective - one out of many things can seem insignificant. One tree verses thousands, one flower out of a field of many. But when I choose to look at my surroundings and everything in it in the light of individuality, I see God's creation for each and every thing very significant. That He touched it all individually. That I am significant. When He spoke those words to me, "My Creation," I felt His creation upon me and His love with the touch of His hand upon my shoulder. No other love than that of your parents is more heart warming, is it?
