John 17:23 I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one; and that the world may know that thou hast sent me, and hast loved them, as thou hast loved me.

Maybe, what a wonderful powerful possibility. It is filled with promise, but it is the hope not the finished product. There is in that knowledge a depth of desire that seems impossible, even desperate at times, knowing in ourselves how far from perfect we are in truth.

I woke up with this perfect calm in knowing God’s love. He knows me better than I know myself and He loves me anyway. He is perfect in love. I desperately want to love like that, to be His love in this world of lost sinners. My desperation is my failing. I did nothing to deserve His love and I can do nothing to duplicate that love.

Maybe, just maybe, His abiding love can shine thru my darkness, my failings, my ugliness, and be seen. Maybe. I am not perfect, my love is not perfect, but in thankfulness for that great love, my desire is to love as I am loved.

God loved me and sent His Son. The Son loves you and He sent me.

1 Peter 2:9 But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light;

I am not worthy, yet here I am. I am flawed, yet here I am. I am not perfect in execution, yet here I am.

The world is crying out “see me”. I am crying out “see Him”.

As it says in John 17:23 “that they may be made perfect in one;” I cannot find perfect love without you. I cannot be used of God without you. You are the object of His affection, I am just here.