The Heart of God

“This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.” 1 John 4:10 (NIV)

It was practically shutting time, and a cup of hot soup was calling my name.

Fortunately, I work at a drug store in a supermarket, so my hankering was only a couple of feet away. In the wake of getting back from the soup walkway, I sent my expert home at last. Business was slowing down, and I was anticipating a moderate and uninteresting an hour ago. Just me and my soup.

However, the quietness was fleeting. Inside under two minutes, a youngster moved toward my drug store counter. Curiously enough, I had seen this man on my way to the soup walkway. I saw he didn't have a shopping basket, a crate or goods in his grasp. What's more, presently here he was, at my counter.

"Hello there, how might I help you?"I asked as I started strolling toward him. The man looked behind him, at that point took a gander at me. "Goodness, I'm simply hanging out," he said.

Hanging out? Who strolls around a market, purchases no staple goods and afterward hangs out at the drug store?

1,000 musings filled my psyche, none of which were acceptable. That is it. I'm being looted. My heart started to race. His hand came to within pocket of his coat, affirming my apprehensions even more. He at that point continued to haul something out.

"Shhhh," he stated, motioning.

My mind was in alarm mode. Who is this person, for what reason would he say he is at my counter, and for what reason would he say he is "shhh-ing" me? It took a couple of moments for my mind to enroll what I saw. It was sparkling … however it wasn't a weapon. It was a security identification.

This man was working covert and was there to secure our store … and me.

Kid, had I misinterpreted him.

Have you ever misconceived somebody? Have you ever misinterpreted God?

I realize I have.

At the point when things don't go as arranged. At the point when entryways close in my face. At the point when a surprising disease emerges. 1,000 considerations fill my psyche, none of which are acceptable. I begin to address whether God cares or if He's even mindful of what's happening. I question His affection for me and can't help thinking about why He's denying me of my satisfaction.

How often have I misinterpreted the core of God?

In 1 John 4:10, the Messenger John expresses, "This is love: not that we adored God, yet that he cherished us and sent his Child as a giving penance for our transgressions."

This equivalent John composed the acclaimed John 3:16. "For God so adored the world, that he gave his lone conceived Child … " (KJV). John, the dearest follower, needed to ensure we recognized what he knew so well.

God adores you.

Every one of the 66 books of the Book of scriptures uncover His affection for us. From Beginning to Disclosure, God discreetly ventures into His pocket and gives us His identification of security — His identification of affection. From the Nursery of Eden to the Nursery of Gethsemane, His affection for us doesn't change.

Anyway demoralizing our conditions, I supplicate we never misinterpret the core of the Person who looks out for us. The core of our glorious Dad. At the point when we question His essence, God is there, working covert. At the point when we question His intention, He doesn't falter. He is for us.

He is our safeguard, our defender, our shield. He is our security.

Dear Jesus, thank You for being my ever-present assistance in a tough situation. In any event, when I question You, You stay dedicated and cherishing. In spite of any troublesome circumstance I face, You won't leave me or neglect me. You stay consistent with Your Promise. Kindly give me eyes to see and a heart to get a handle on how profound Your adoration is for me. Much obliged to You for continually looking out for me. In Jesus' Name, Amen.