For some unknown reason, my family never used electric blankets when I was a youngster. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I was introduced to the magic of an electric blanket. I love their luxuriating warmth on a cold winter’s day; the ability to lose yourself in the tender coziness is almost beyond words. I inherited my husband’s old electric blanket, well loved when I received it and getting even more loved as time goes on.
When I snuggle deep within the folds of the blanket, I can’t help but think of God’s tender warming touch to my cold, foreboding heart. When His spirit entered my heart, it changed me offering comfort and contentment – much like my blanket. Hearing the truth that “God loves me” is like turning the heat on my electric blanket – I feel excitement, anticipation and contentment will soon be coming my way.
Just as I struggle with the cold winters of Chicago, I resist fully understanding the depths of God’s love for me. I pray consistently that the Holy Spirit will sweep into my soul and reveal to me the greatness, completeness and fullness of God’s love for me.
God’s love is one of the most exciting and life-changing truths I’ll ever know. I want to wrap myself in the breadth of it. I want to feel the length of His mercies and the depths of Christ’s sacrifice. I never want to go anywhere unless I am blanketed in the red hot fire of His love for me. How could I not love a God who cares for me so deeply?
On those cold, winter nights when I’d rather be lounging on beach than snuggled up in my enchanting blanket, I thank God I’m covered by His love. I nestle safe and secure in the tenderness of such an extraordinary God…one that moved heaven and earth to rescue me from the coldness of my own heart.