COME TO ME

Before anyone told you who you were supposed to be, God already knew you — every detail, every day of your life, on purpose. You are not an accident. You are not too much, and you are not not-enough. You were made wonderful, and He has never once regretted making you.

“For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.”

We did not climb up to God — He came down to us. Before you ever prayed a prayer, before you ever walked into a church, He had already moved toward you. That is what love is: not our reaching for Him, but His reaching for us.

“By this God’s love was revealed in us, that he has sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. In this is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son as the atoning sacrifice for our sins.”

God did not wait for the cleaned-up version of you. He did not love the future, better you — He loved the real one, mid-mess, mid-doubt, mid-whatever-you-have-done. That is when Christ died for you. That is when.

“But God commends his own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”

It is the most famous sentence in the Bible — but notice how it ends. He did not come to judge you or keep score of your wrongs. He came to save you. The door was never locked. He opened it.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life. For God didn’t send his Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world should be saved through him.”

The cross was not an accident of history — it was a rescue. Every wound He carried was aimed at your peace. He took the weight so you would not have to. By His wounds — not your efforts, not your perfection — you are healed.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions. He was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought our peace was on him; and by his wounds we are healed.”

Maybe you have been turned away before — by people, by churches, by family. So hear this clearly: whoever comes to Him, He will never turn away. Not for your past. Not for your doubts. Not the hundredth time you come back. Never.

“All those whom the Father gives me will come to me. He who comes to me I will in no way throw out.”

Not your worst day. Not your darkest season. Not anything you have done, and not anything done to you. Nothing in all creation can pry you out of the love of God. Nothing.

“For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Jesus told a story about a son who wasted everything and finally came home ashamed. The father does not wait on the porch with crossed arms — he sees him from far off and he runs. That is how God feels about you coming home. He runs.

“But while he was still far off, his father saw him, and was moved with compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.”

Can you picture it? The Maker of oceans and galaxies — not tolerating you, not putting up with you — rejoicing over you. Singing over you. You are not a burden to Him. You are a delight.

“Yahweh your God is among you, a mighty one who will save. He will rejoice over you with joy. He will calm you in his love. He will rejoice over you with singing.”