“I Just Love Them,” He said.

I sat on the couch with my legs pulled up to my chest much like a child would sit.  God was sitting next to me, with his arm around my right shoulder.  My other shoulder was tucked in the crook under his arm.  My head rested on his chest.

We sat like that together for a very long time.  I had the reasoning of an adult, but felt completely protected and cherished, as a child should feel in the arms of a loving daddy.

I wanted to stay there forever and feared breaking the moment, but I just had to ask.

“God, how can You stand it?  All the rejection, from people all around the world?”

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“Everyone doesn’t reject Me,” He said, “you didn’t.”

“But, there have been so many people throughout time.  Millions and millions!”

“Yes, there are many, many more than that.”  His voice was solemn.

“But, You know what they think in their hearts. Many despise you.”

There was a pause, then He answered slowly.  “I can stand it, because I love them so much.”

“All that rejection, doesn’t it hurt?”

“Oh yes, very much.  It hurts very much.” His voice was gentle.

“There have been times I have rejected You. I have let You down more times than I can count!”

There was another pause. “Those times have been erased.  The times you will let me down in the future will also be erased.  They all become white as snow.”

“I am sorry.”

“I know you are.” His arm around me tightened.

“I still don’t understand how You can stand all the heartache.”

“It’s simple my child,” He said, “ my love for them is much greater than the heartache I feel.  I just love them.”

I woke up.  I had this dream about 28 years ago but it still feels fresh.  My children were tiny and I was in a soul-crushing marriage. Perhaps that is what sparked the dream.

Maybe it was sparked because from my youth, I have been intimately acquainted with rejection.  Heartache has never left my side.

Or it could have come from the deep longing to know what it’s like to experience a daddy.

In that dream I had a papa, a daddy.  Maybe that is what God wanted me to take away from the dream. I didn’t want to wake up and will cherish that dream forever.

God wants every single person to have that same type of longing for Him as a Papa, a Daddy, an Abba Father.

He was despised and rejected by mankind,
a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
He was despised, and we held Him in low esteem.  Isaiah 53: 3

Augustine (354-430): Speaking of God.  “You have made us and drawn us to Yourself, and our heart is unquiet until it rests in You.”

2nd Peter 3:9  The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise, as some understand slowness. Instead He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.

Isaiah 1:18  “Come now, and let us reason together, Says the LORD, “Though your sins are as scarlet, They will be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They will be like wool.”

I found this image on Facebook.

By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com.

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Filed under Awed by His Love and Grace, Everythingelse, Following Christ Has Changed My Life, Inner Sruggles and Heartache, Seeds of Inspirations

7 responses to ““I Just Love Them,” He said.

  1. Elizabeth – I’m so sorry I haven’t written back! It escaped my mind and I’m pretty flaky. I’ll write back on the weekend and explain. Sorry again and hope you are well.
    Peace,
    Georgina

  2. Thank you so much for sharing your dream. I feel homesick. Won’t it be wonderful when that is a daily reality?

    \o/

  3. Years ago I had a dream where Jesus told me to tell others that there’s room for everyone under His wings (meaning prayer shawl).

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