I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God. who loved me and gave himself for me.
- Galatians 2:20
When I talk/write about the love of God, I do not always know where to begin.
What amazes me is how sometimes, I stop to reflect on how He pursued me. All the years that finally led to me opening up my heart to Jesus. Funny thing is I’d always been a “Christian” girl, so why did this God want me to know Him more?
Oh! How grateful I am that He pursued me until I gave in. Now, I know that what I missed out on was the true undiluted unimaginable indescribable love that only Jesus gives. I still cannot understand it and sometimes I push my imaginations to picture it, but my human mind can’t get the depth of God’s love.
I have been told things I said or did to people in the past, and sometimes I want to argue that it wasn’t me. I remember how I cried so hard after I read my ‘scrapbook’ from secondary school, because so many people narrated such hurtful things I did to them. Still, God didn’t let me be! And what keeps drawing me to Him is that love I get and that knowing that no matter what, He’s always right there with me.
It’s that love that pushes me to want to be a better person. When I remember how I was and how I am; I just want to scream to people that God’s love can change them if they let Him! When I remember how I am and how I hope to be; I’m assured that His love can take me there.
Recently, two friends told me that they need a break from God. My friend said “Bolaji, I’ve backslidden. I just want to be free a bit.” However, true liberty comes from the one they’re running from. I was sad, but I couldn’t push; because sometimes no words can make someone understand God’s love except they let Him show them. I sometimes feel like them, but what has feelings got to do with anything? Who said God ‘felt’ like giving up Jesus, the ultimate love giver?
Sometimes, I let the devil lie to me that I’m not loved and that my attitude wouldn’t let me be good enough for God. Thankfully, He’s one who perfects the called; not calls the perfect. I do not deserve it, but there’s nothing I can do about a love that was already stamped way back when Jesus went to that cross. And when I start to believe that lie that I’m not good enough, I run back to Romans 8, one of many love letters written to me in the Bible.
Verses 37 to 39 sums up all I’ve been saying.

“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height or depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Nothing, absolutely nothing can separate me from God’s love.
God looks good on me, if I dare say so myself



The Love of God is the Ultimate transformation tool! It can transform a heart of stone to a heart of gold, It helps us to see the world as it should be and not as it is [unkind, wicked, unfriendly etc]. The Love of God helps us to look beyond appearance into the depths of character and moral. The love of God is what we need to renew our minds on a daily basis. The Love of God helps us to keep an open mind. A while back I wouldn't have welcomed the idea of making new friends because I just wasn't interested and I was content with my inner circle but I made a new friend recently and I allowed the love of God renew my mind and being friendly wasn't even as hard as it used to be because the Love of God has been shed abroad in my heart. That is what God's Love does, It transforms and makes our old ways to history and make us sparkly, shiny NEW

This is day 26 of #31daysofLovinlikeJesus you can click here to see a list of posts in these series.

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