A glance into the mirror and I remember how simple I am. Just a fumbling girl with no special attributes and little to recommend me. And yet, I cannot make myself ignore God calling out to me from all directions.
Me: I´m just a very simple girl, Father God. Why do you desire me so intently?
God: Actually…I´m simple too.
Me: You? No. If you were simple, more people would understand you.
God: No, truly, I am not complicated. When things don´t make sense or when you feel far from me, you conclude that I must be complicated. But I am not...I am simply deep. People complicate me…the truth of me. They too often confuse my depth with complexity. I am actually very simple.
I sink into musing, for how God has just defined Himself to me is new.
God is Love. He wants simple things...He wants me to know true Love.
His Love—not complicated, just deep.