My day is running away with me, and I am not getting much done, and I look at the clock, and realise my day is not working out very well.

And that’s when it’s lovely to realise that God loves me when my day works out with mathematical precision, and loves me when it doesn’t.

Loves me when he gives me blogs which are right at the first typing, and loves me when I spend hours on a post which flops,

Loves me when my house is a mess, and I am a mess, and loves me when we’re all shinily together.

Loves me! Loves me, loves me, loves me, just because he’s lovely.

The love of God, the love of God!

It is indeed the great theme I could ponder forever, and just scratch its surface.

And so, instead, I’ll rest in it.