What I have to keep reminding myself each day is that God loves me with an unconditional, sacrificial love, one undergirded by his covenant promise, a promise he cannot break as it would go against his very nature. I know this. I am not that forgetful. But I have to continually preach it to myself, reminding myself to believe it, because this is a love I know no analogy for here on earth. This is an otherworldly love. Truly it is beyond our minds to fathom the depth of it.
Maybe all theology is really summed up in that cliche phrase: Jesus loves me. If we really understand what we are saying when we say that, if as prodigals we were able to look our Father in the eye, we would understand all that we need to know about God. He loves us. He will not let us go. If we run, he will hunt us down, find us, and show us His love. There is no resisting this love. Truly He is the hound of heaven.
Things may look crazy at times. Following Christ may look foolish. His word to us may be a mystery. And yet like Peter we must say "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God" (Jn. 6:68-69). Like Moses, we can boldly say "Oh Lord, please let the Lord go in the midst of us" (Ex. 34:8). And He will.