I ran across this question while reading Augustine’s Confessions and it got me to thinking. If you take away the pat answers, you might learn a lot about yourself, and God.
I do not love his form, the beauty I may imagine.
I do not love His bounty, in that He does not fulfill the pleasures of flesh.
I do not love his embrace, as the embrace of a human and the joy that brings.
I do not love the way He purposed my life to unfold, the trials and disappointments, the dreams left hanging.
And yet I do love Him, but why? What draws me to Him like a moth to a flame? What fills me with a love so complete and overwhelming?
I scribbled some thoughts down and the first were revealing. I encourage you to do the same before you continue reading. My initial thoughts I think, were the way my flesh responded to Him. As I continued I found my spirit genuinely responding and it was a wonderful exercise.
I love Him because He makes me feel secure,
I love Him because I think He is the only One I can truly trust,
I love Him because I can’t corrupt Him,
I love Him because He is superior, His ways always outshine mine,
I love Him because He is persistent despite my failures,
I love Him because He is beautiful, but not in a way my eyes see,
because he does fulfill me, but not in the ways my flesh would desire,
because He loves me so intimately, but beyond anything carnal,
because He is love, and though I can’t explain it, I am drawn to love.