Do you know that you are loved? If I called you on the phone right now and asked whether you know that God loves you, what would you say? I think most, if not all, of you would say that you do know that God loves you. And that’s wonderful! But I’m not sure that’s the pertinent question to ask. What if I said, “Do you believe that you are loved?” That’s a deeper question, and it gets to the heart of the matter. There’s a big difference between knowing you are loved and believing it.
Do You Know That You Are Loved?
A woman I’ve known for years called me a few days ago and opened up her heart with a heartbreakingly honest admission about her life. She said that she knew that God loved her and she knew the promises in scripture, but everyday she woke up unable to shake the feeling that she was unloved. She asked me, “How can I love out of a deficit?” We prayed together and cried together and the Lord was there, but I haven’t been able to get this conversation out of my mind. Do you believe that you are loved? Or do you just know it?
Years ago I read an article explaining that handwriting size is indicative of a child’s sense of self worth. I have no idea if it’s legitimate or just speculation, but it’s interesting. Big handwriting reflects a child’s belief that they have value. Small handwriting reflects the opposite. As every child is required to write and draw in school, the teacher and parents have a psychological weathervane of the child’s state of mind AND heart readily available. But what about adults? Are we as mysterious as we think we are, or is there a weathervane shouting out our spiritual state to anyone with eyes to see?
You Are Loved but Do You BELIEVE that?
What are the markers for a life lived in the belief of God’s love and not mere knowledge? Do you believe that you are loved? If so, how does your life look different from the person who, like my friend, cannot shake the feeling that they are unloved? This is what I’m wondering today. It’s what I’m asking God to show me.
If I look at your life, do I see a believer living as a child loved beyond the telling of it? If you look at me, is that what you see, too? Or are we living in the knowledge of love without believing or receiving it? Are we desperate to be filled and broken that we’re not? Or have we lived with the deficit of love for so long that it feels normal?
Do you believe that you are loved? Do I? Is God’s love evident to the world around us, or are we stuck in the knowing and running on empty?
And we have come to know AND TO BELIEVE the love that God has for us.
1 John 4:16 HCSB (emphasis mine)