Shattered

Have you ever watched a movie that you already know the ending to? That one character who you absolutely love doesn’t make it. You know the scene. You’ve watched it a million times. He fights and loses the battle. The car crashes into the semi. She just can’t beat the cancer. They just can’t be together. You go into the movie knowing the ending. But you sit there watching it anyway. It’s like you’re secretly hoping that something will change. Maybe this time the warrior will come out victorious. Maybe the semi will stay on the same side of the road. Maybe she will go into remission. Maybe they can have happily ever after. We hold on to that little impossible hope.

As I was reflecting on a situation lately, I began to wonder if God ever feels this way about us. I can’t help but think that He sits there wishing for us to go the other way. Why can’t they just choose to hang out with the other friends? Why won’t he just turn off the TV? Why won’t she just be patient and wait on My timing? Why don’t they want to get out of bed and spend time with me? Why won’t they choose what they know is right?

We know that God knows everything. He has the power to do anything. He can be everywhere. So why doesn’t He change our lives if He wants something to happen a certain way? Does He really even care? We so underestimate God. We don’t understand the capacity of His love for us. He loves us so much that He wants us to love Him in return. He is willing to leave the choice to us even though He knows us. We’re going to mess up. We’re going to let Him down. We’re going to choose our friends over Him. We’re going to choose our sin over Him, and He watches.

Imagine His heart.

When you make that choice, you shatter it.

God loves you.

I know this is a feeble attempt at trying to see the heart of God. I can’t even come close to describing how He truly feels because I don’t know. I only know what the Bible tells us. It tells us that He sent His only Son to die for me, to die for you. He loved us as much as, if not more than, his own child. How can we even stand to hurt Him? Haven’t we done it enough?