Streets of Gold

One thing I've learned over the past 3 weeks is how much God truly loves me. It's insane. Me, a sinner, being loved and looked after by the creator of the universe.
I have those moments. You know, those moments that you just want to scream out to God, "Where am I going? Where are you leading me? Do you even know where you're going?". It's as if the created is smarter than the creator. As if I, with only one vantage point, knows better than the One who can see anything and everything, and knows each situation's outcome.
His ways are not my ways, and his thoughts are not my thoughts. And even though I try to follow my own thoughts, ideas, wishes, dreams, and paths, God still forgives me and gets me back on the right track. And he still loves me, through it all, unconditionally.
Unconditionally. That word has always intrigued me. If I sin, he loves me. If I go my own way, he loves me. If I shun Him, he loves me. Even if I don't love Him, he loves me. That's just awesome.
And when times get tough, he carries us through. He wipes away the tears, lifts our chins us, gazes into our eyes and tells us that He cares about us and that He's right there beside us, loving us every step away.
He could do anything He wanted. He's God! But he cares so much about us--can you believe it? Us!--that He's going to give us freewill and, if we follow him, we will be able to stand on streets of gold, along with all other members of the body of Christ, and worship and fellowship in God's presence for eternity!
I have friends that have moved away. I know certain Christians for only a day or so. I have deceased family members. I cannot wait to meet up with them in Heaven and talk about how great our Savior is.

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