A reality that has confronted me the last few months:
I do not, on any given day, operate with God’s love as my background.
When I worship at church, when I read his Word, when I go about my day in general…love isn’t really there. I suppose it took me a while to realize it because it’s hard to recognize absent things that you’ve rarely felt.
Instead, what I mostly sense from God is…a vague dissatisfaction. Criticism. Perhaps annoyance. “It’s never good enough.”
But like a ship tacking into the wind, that’s starting to change.