I think each time we see God's love, we get a little smaller. A little more humbled, a little more repentant, a little more united in our hearts. And I think each time we see God's love we love Him back a little more. A little more obedient, a little more sanctified, a little more overjoyed by our calling. I'm not certain exactly how it works, but His love is compelling.
But sometimes I don't feel loved by God. Intellectually, I know I am. And I know feelings are fleeting, and an inaccurate gauge of reality. But most of the time, I think I assume God's love is there, and I never actually bother to look for it. I think if I bothered to open my eyes and thank Him for the ways He's loved me, I would be astounded. And so I think I might love God more if I bothered to ask every day, where did I see God's love?
I know God loves me because of the cross. But I think I also know God loves me because of the sound of the rain hitting the deck, and my dad's good-night hug, and the freeing feeling of a full tank of gas on the drive home. Those things are wonderful because GOD is wonderful. Praise Habit is one of my favorites of those Christian devotional type books, and I love Crowder's concept of finding God in the little things. Is it silly, or even sacrilegious, that I think of God every time I eat Nutella? I don't think so. To love Him more, and praise Him more, and know Him more.
For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things.