Because He Loves Me

One of the books I received for Christmas and have started reading is Because He Loves Me: How Christ Transforms Our Daily Life by Elyse M. Fitzpatrick.

I've only read the Introduction and the first chapter so far, but already I feel like I need to stop and digest what I've read, or work through a few things in my heart (that's something I love about Elyse Fitzpatrick's books-- so meaty and true).

Her premise is that the gospel should inform our daily life, even after we are saved; the gospel isn't just for getting people saved, but living saved. I agree with that premise wholeheartedly. I've even said things to that effect.

My problem? (Not with the book, but with my thinking.) I have trouble really believing that God loves me. I find it pretty easy to believe He loves "the world" and sent Jesus to die for our sins.... but actually feeling like He loves me? Much harder. For some reason, it's easier to think God loves "the world"-- the sum of humanity, everybody combined-- than to think he loves me, with my faults and sins and not-that-great-ness. I'm just average, not a supermodel or a superstar, not an expert at anything. I still often struggle with wanting to earn my salvation by being perfect, or at least exceptionally efficient, in everything I do. I think I need to prepare the healthiest meal plan, or keep the cleanest house, or raise perfect children, as if doing those things could somehow ingratiate me to God. I think I need to please the people around me by being agreeable and never hurting their feelings, being thoughtful and sweet and utterly untouchable.

The thing is, He made me. He knows me. He does love me. And not because of what I do, as if I could ever be good enough. (Um, I'm pretty sure the standard is perfection.) He loves me because He chooses to. He has given me His grace and saved me, just because He chose to. That's the definition of grace: a voluntary expression of mercy to someone who does nothing to earn it and does not deserve it.

I love it when God ties together truth from different contexts. For exactly two weeks, I have been attending Community Bible Study, a nondenominational organization that has written Bible studies that take place with mostly volunteer staff in various cities around the world. There's a group that meets at a church less than one mile from our house. We're going through the book of Hebrews, and last week's lesson was on "God's promised rest" from chapter four. In the homework we looked at the various "rests" God describes. One type of rest is resting in God's work on our behalf-- His work of saving us. (Note: not our work of saving ourselves!) The lesson tied in John 14 and 15 as well: God's promise of perfect peace; and His call to abide in Him.

That's liberating. It's also very hard for me to really, truly accept, for whatever reason. That's why I feel like I can't keep reading this book until I start to take hold of that truth: God loves ME, Marisa Beth Allen. He knows everything about me, and He loves me. He sees my insecurities, my sins, my heart. And He loves me.

He loves you too. Do you really believe it? Or do you still fall into the trap of trying to be good enough, trying to earn acceptance, trying to work for your salvation? You can rest in the finished work of Jesus. Won't you strive toward that end with me?

Many thanks to Sean, who played trains with Caleb while Chloe slept so I could write this!