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Separated from God’s Love

When a life not yet here, but here, growing and protected in the warmth of her mother’s womb, stops and takes no earthy breath, feels no earthy caress, I wonder.  And when battles rage and powers that be twist and connive to write their hate into our hearts and heads, angels fighting sword to sword, soul at risk and in the balance, I wonder. When here and now muddles the hope, and the view of what is and what should be is inked and stained beyond recognition, and resurrection seems more like a fairy tale than what is promised to come, I wonder.  When I can’t begin to understand the things above me, around me, inside me but feel confirmed in fears, feeling every dip into the dark, human struggle, bedraggled with bruises and scrapes from legs falling and hitting earth, I can’t help but wonder.  Where is God’s love?  Am I separated from it?

And then I read the scripture. He spills it out, covering every inch of the canvas in one fell swoop of the brush.  Covered completely, with no place forgotten, He writes for me to see. Just in case I’m tempted to think that the things that are beyond my understanding and grasp (earthy, heavenly, or other-worldly) can touch His love for me, He says they cannot.  He says they cannot separate us. No separation? No parting? No gap?  No being without…His love?! This is a forever riddle/mystery set amongst us, begging us for exploration.

Rom 8:38-39 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present , nor things to come , Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in ChristJesus our Lord.

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