Well, to be honest, I can't blame Him for being insecure of my love. He needs proof. Yeah, yeah, He knows my heart, and therein lies the rub. I'm fickle. He knows my mind, and again I slack off. And my actions, well, they're disappointing at best, nevermind my good intentions. So, OK; it's perfectly understanding that God is always asking me, "Do you love Me?"
These were my thoughts when I heard this morning's Gospel, John 21: 15-19. Jesus has resurrected. He's eating with his apostles. But to Peter, He asks, "Do you love Me", three times. And just like Peter, I also think, "What is He asking me that for? He knows I do." The second time Jesus asks, Peter recalls his betrayal of Jesus, and is embarrassed. I also am embarrassed by my behavior. Then the third time, Peter affirms his love, "Lord, You know everything; You know that I love You."
I go through the same process. I am no better than Peter. If God forgives and trusts Peter, after Peter's betrayal, then there's no reason why God wouldn't trust me. Like Peter, I will always love the Lord, and I pray I will never tire of responding, "Of course, I love You with all my heart, soul, and mind, forever and ever."
