April 21, 2011

He Thinks Love


In my Bible reading this morning, I read Psalm 40. I stopped--no halted--at verse 5:
              
              Many, O LORD my God, are Your wonderful works
Which You have done;
And Your thoughts toward us
Cannot be recounted to You in order;
If I would declare and speak of them,
They are more than can be numbered.

Having read this verse countless times, I've known He has directed His thoughts toward me.

But I've never considered the magnitude, scope, or makeup of those thoughts.

Aside from the good (oh so fleeting) moments when I'm meditating on Scripture or something spiritual like that, my thoughts generally fall into four categories:
  • Worry about the future
  • Self-condemnation or insecurity
  • Planning or preparation
  • Concern, love, or thankfulness for other people
Could this be what God's thought life is like? 
  • Worry? Considering that He's sovereign, that all things consist and move according to His will, and that He's omniscient, not an ounce of worry exists in His mind.
  • Self-condemnation or insecurity? That is laughable to even consider.
  • Planning or preparation? His plans have always been in place and are unfolding perfectly and with precision. He hovers over time. So He doesn't have to plan or consider an action for the future. 
That leaves one thing. One thing that He thinks of when He thinks of you as you hide in Christ.

Love. 

And His thoughts of love toward you are not fleeting. They're not a one and done kind of thing. Psalm 40 says it's impossible to categorize the amount of times He's thought love toward you.

The only way I can begin to understand that is to consider how I think about my children. I stare at them when they're not looking, taking in their stubby toes and long eyelashes. I watch them as they're sleeping, practically melting with delight. I howl with laughter at the funny things they say ("Mom, look at all the beautiful two lips!") and marvel at their creativity. Even when they disobey or lack the maturity to understand what I explain to them, I love them fiercely. I think of them with wonder and awe: That child came from me? Unbelievable! 

It's hard to wrap my mind around the idea that God's thoughts toward me are love. And not only that they are love, but that they've been love since the time He cradled me in the womb. 

For you, they are love. He celebrated your birth. He mourned the hurts of your childhood with you. He delighted at seeing you use the gifts of creativity He implanted in you. He graciously disciplined you when you were far off to bring you back to His safe, warm love. He watches you while you sleep. He delights to bless you. 

God is love. He acts love. He thinks love. He abundantly loves you.