— George Combe, said about Mary Anne Evans (pen name- George Eliot).
0 GOD, I love thee, I love thee-
Not out of hope of heaven for me
Nor fearing not to love and be
In the everlasting burning.
Thou, thou, my Jesus, after me
Didst reach thine arms out dying,
For my sake sufferedst nails, and lance,
Mocked and marred countenance,
Sorrows passing number,
Sweat and care and cumber,
Yea and death, and this for me,
And thou couldst see me sinning:
Then I, why should not I love thee,
Jesu, so much in love with me?
Not for heaven’s sake;
not to be out of hell by loving thee;
Not for any gains I see;
But just the way that thou didst me
I do love and I will love thee:
What must I love thee, Lord, for then?
For being my king and God. Amen.
— Ernest Hemingway on writing.
`Afraid?’ murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love.
`Afraid? of Him? O, never, never. And yet - and yet - O Mole, I am
Wind in the Willows
When it comes to God, the above quote appropriately describes my feelings. I feel a sense of awe and fear toward Him. After all, He IS the Creator of the universe and everything in it. All power is in His hands. He is completely sovereign over everything.
And yet, I don’t feel fear when I come to Him. I know that He loves and welcomes me. As a matter of fact, He loves me so much He laid down His life for me. “Unutterable love” is an apt description of how I feel about Him and it’s because He first loved me.
But you, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious,
slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness. - Psalm 86:15
A Might Fortress is Our God- Martin Luther
There are a few hymns that I find comforting during hard times and this is definitely one of them. Let the truth of the words encourage you.
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A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our shelter He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe, doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow’r are great, and armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth is His name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And tho’ this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim — we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly pow’rs — no thanks to them — abideth:
The Spirit and the gifts are ours thro’ Him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
What matters supremely is not, in the last analysis, the fact that I know God, but the larger fact which underlies it — the fact that he knows me. I am graven on the palms of his hands. I am never out of his mind.
All my knowledge of him depends on his sustained initiative in knowing me. I know him because he first knew me, and continues to know me. He knows me as a friend, one who loves me; and there is not a moment when his eye is off me, or his attention distracted from me, and no moment, therefore, when his care falters.
This is momentous knowledge. There is unspeakable comfort — the sort of comfort that energizes, be it said, not enervates — in knowing that God is constantly taking knowledge of me in love and watching over me for my good. There is tremendous relief in knowing that his love to me is utterly realistic, based at every point on prior knowledge of the worst about me, so that no discovery now can disillusion him about me, in the way I am so often disillusioned about myself, and quench his determination to bless me."
— J.I. Packer, Knowing God
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you."
— A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh