For the past few weeks, I’ve been overwhelmed when I sit before God. He’s been showing me the vastness of His creation, revealing the stars He set in place, the planets, the moons, and even the asteroids, all held in perfect balance by His hand. He let me glimpse how He raised the mountains from the depths of the earth and how He reached into the darkest parts of the oceans to shape their wonders. He showed me heaven, the throne He sits on, and how the earth is His humble footstool. The vastness of it all left me speechless.
And then He showed me something even more unimaginable. He showed me how He left that very throne, that glorious home in heaven, to come down to this earth. And as I think about that, my heart aches. The deep longing I feel is almost too much to bear—this sorrow without despair, a bittersweet ache in my soul. Jesus left heaven, and in doing so, He opened His heart to feel all that we feel. His heart was crushed and wounded, yet He didn’t harden Himself against the pain. He didn’t turn to comforts or distractions like we often do. No, He walked right into the mess of humanity—our brokenness, our chaos, and our pain—and lived in it with us.
He didn’t avoid it. He didn’t shy away from the discomfort. Instead, He embraced it. And not only that—He sought out the broken, the sick, the outcast. He chose to be with the ones who felt the most pain—the ones rejected by society, the ones who were humiliated, lost, and afraid. He didn’t avoid them, and I believe He even enjoyed their company. He laughed with them, shared meals with them, and lived among them simply because He wanted to. That’s the kind of Savior He is.
Reflecting on all this, I realize something beautiful: God doesn’t just love us. He likes us. He doesn’t just tolerate us or care for us out of obligation—He delights in spending time with us. There’s a difference between loving someone because you have to and liking them enough to enjoy their company. God chooses to be with us. He wants to be with us.
In Psalm 8:3-4, the psalmist writes, "When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him?" God, in all His power, still takes notice of us. The same God who crafted the universe sees each of us individually. He knows us intimately—our fears, our joys, our struggles—and yet He is mindful of us.
And He didn’t just stop at being mindful. Philippians 2:6-7 tells us that Jesus, "being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant." Jesus, the Creator of all, became a servant. He didn’t come to be served but to serve. One of the most profound examples of this is found in John 13, where we see Jesus, on the night before His death, kneeling down and washing His disciples’ feet. The King of kings, the One who holds all power, stripped Himself of everything, knelt, and washed the dirt from their feet.
This is the heart of God. He left the glory of heaven not only to live among us but to serve and love in the most tangible way possible. In a world filled with brokenness, He chose humility, compassion, and grace. This is the beauty of who He is—a God who knows us, loves us, and delights in drawing near.
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