I remember the first time I modified my behaviour – negatively, to get the attention of my friend’s Dad who came to visit our class in year 2. I just spoke a different way to how I would normally, but straight away I felt silly for trying to get his attention by not being myself.
We carry hurt and dysfunction from such an early age. We compromise on who we are to meet expectations of others, to get attention and to get the acceptance we long for.
I knew the unconditional acceptance of my Father God as that little 7 year old. I knew straight away that I didn’t need the attention from my friend’s Dad; that I didn’t have to be something I wasn’t.
Navigating life from a place of unconditional acceptance, complete assurance that you’re loved and accepted for who you are; gives a sense of security like no other.
His acceptance is unconditional and his love so real you can feel it tangibly.
My husband is the best person I know. He is the most incredible, genuine person and he loves me so much. As great as he is and as great as his love for me is, it’s not enough to complete me. I wasn’t looking for Ben’s love to complete me, because I already felt complete when I met him. Ben’s love was an awesome bonus in my life.
The perfect love of God is what completes me and makes me whole enough to accept Ben’s love and to love him back with all I am.
We often push love away when it hurts too much, when it takes vulnerability to go deeper into a relationship. When someone gets close enough to see the damage, to see our imperfections.
We can do the same with God’s love, push Him away or or maybe even try to earn it in some way. It’s unconditional. I think it takes a lifetime to let that truly sink in.
We don’t have to hide who we are when we know we’re loved by God and we’re committed to the journey of discovering the life He has for us. We are aware we’re not perfect and that it’s ok. By living His way, we stop the cycle of hurt and brokenness and start to live in the freedom He designed for us to live in.
God is so gracious in his love towards us that He only ever gives us little bits of our brokenness to deal with at a time. Just our damaged bits that seek to create more damage if left to their own devises.
My 2 year old daughter is just coming into the ultimate toddler stage of “mine”. Fair enough, she just had her birthday and a lot of her new toys are hers (she still has to share them). She even refers to Ben as “My Daddy” and although quite cute – reality is that Ben is the Father of three and she has to share him too!
We humans are complex aren’t we?
We are used to things being complex, because of our own complexities, but God’s love isn’t complex. It is so extravagant and so outrageous and yet so simple. No strings attached.
It’s pretty hard to describe it, perfect love. My Grandpa always said that describing God is like describing the taste of passionfruit. You just have to try it.