There is something so sacred in how God views us and because we are not God it is hard to wrap our heads around. I have heard parents talk about it when they speak of the love they have for their children. I myself am not a parent yet so perhaps that is why it seems so foreign to me. But I don’t imagine it is exclusive to parenthood as not all are meant to be parents. The cherishing view of God is an intimate and untouched one. It speaks of the idea of seeing one’s wholeness and innocence. Children are easier to cherish because their innocence is still so much present in them. But what happens as we get older. Are we less cherishable? I think we think we are. We take stock of our worn and tattered lives, good and bad decisions, and figure we are lucky to get what kind of love comes our way. God does not see anything less to cherish. No matter what we have done or not done, God sees plenty worth cherishing. It does not make sense to me as I let go of the notion of being cherished a long time ago. I look at the chronology of my life and think its anything but something to cherish. I have spent most of my time so far from a belief of something in me dear and precious. Yet, in our time of daily dates I have begun to experience remembrances of it. It comes sometimes like a flash piercing my heart and filling me with light. It leaves a seeing behind my eyes beyond my own understanding. At times when I found myself curled up in a ball tears flowing like a river, I sense a presence holding me dear so close it almost breathes on me. I can only imagine this is God’s way of telling me whatever pain I am in, there is something to be cherished.
My prayer for us is the curiosity to notice moments of cherishing in ourselves or others and begin to grasp the enormity of God’s love for us today.
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