Reach Out for Him

I’m very purposeful in saying “I love you” to my husband and my kids every single day—often more than once.  Every day, every breath, is a gift, and any one of these precious people could be taken from me in an instant if that’s what God’s plan allows.  And I could be taken from them to my heavenly home.  This fact of life—and death—is what drives my fierce love for them and makes me value every moment.  No matter what happens, I want them to know how much I love them and how precious they are to me. 

As I was sitting writing in my journal today, I realized that God is one of those precious ones too.  Without God, I would not have life—earthly or eternal.  And without God, I wouldn’t know what true love is.  Does God know how much I truly love Him?  I’m sure He does, but wouldn’t it warm his heart to hear me say it to Him?  At least once a day—or maybe more than once? 

I am God’s child.  He wants me to love Him.  He wants me to reach out to Him.  He wants to hear my praise.

I love you God.  You are precious to me.

 

The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands.  And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else.  From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live.  God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us.

Acts 17:24-27