Why Do I Love?

Why do I love God?
He fills my barn with blessings. I have his favor.
His promises are beyond my dreams.
His plans have already been laid out before me.
So as if on automatic pilot, my heart beats for him.
But what if there are no more blessings in sight?
I’m afraid of how my heart will respond.
Will I still stick to Him?
Will I still live for Him?
Will I still be in gratitude?
Can I say praises?
How faithful are those who, even in the midst of barrenness and drought,
choose to believe the beauty, mercy, and generosity of God.

Why do I love God?
Is it because I am poor and He is rich?
Is it because He owns the heavens and the earth and all the riches therein?
Is it because I am eternally in need and only He could fulfill?
To reduce God to a bellboy is the most troubling of my fears.
I don’t want a selfish kind of love.
I desire not to center my affections on all the advantages.
I want to love God for who He is, with or without all the heavenly benefits.
Not that He is unable to bless me.
He, in fact is, willing to.
To know what’s in it for me is the natural manifestation of my human tendencies,
but I say enough of me.
It’s about to time to grow in faith and focus on what He voluntarily did for me at the Cross many thousands of years ago.
Which, in every essence, is good enough reason to love Him.

Pure love.
That’s what He deserves.