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God, why did you make me?


Have you ever asked yourself this question?  Sincerely?

 Oh I've asked in the, "what in the world were you thinking?" accusatory tone of voice way.

 If so much of our lives are wrapped around the question of "what are we doing here," wouldn't it seem important to find out why?

 Everything I wrestle and struggle with right now in my life can be linked to my desire to not be a waste of God's time.  To make a difference in the world while I can.  I have a deep desire to create value and worth.  Sometimes this desire turns to drive, which usually ends up in a crash.

 Tony Stolzfus said recently in a webinar, "Just ask Jesus."

So, I did.

My conversation went like this:

 "Why did you create me?"

 God, "To love you."

 (Long pause.  Not sure if I'm hearing right.)

 "Not the answer I am looking for God.  There has to be more then that.  You love me, but why did you create me?"

 God.  "To love you."

 Me. "That is way too complicated."

 I desire with all of my heart to be loveable and chosen.  To be chosen and treasured.  Then God tells me He made me because He wants to love me and He chose me for that purpose.

What do I do with myself if I don't have anything to prove?

How does one live knowing the only reason I was made is to be loved?

And yet, I remember.  When my boys were born, all I could do was love.  Love that always had been and always will be.  Nothing they will ever do could change my love.

 I don't imagine, anything I do or don't do will change God's love.  Can I be content with being loved or chosen?

 What about you?  Ask God.  He wants to tell you the Cries of your heart!


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