God is mysterious.

If He weren’t mysterious, would I want Him as my God? If I could easily understand everything about Him, He wouldn’t be greater than me. What would there be to worship? There would be no glory, no majesty, and no faith required.

But God is mysterious. I don’t understand Him. I don’t understand where He is, how He exists, or how He can be outside of time. I don’t know why He created me, why He loves me, or why He cares one little bit about me and my little life. I don’t understand His holiness, why He allows evil to exist, or why He had to send Jesus to save me from my sin. It’s all so mysterious.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.” (John‬ ‭1‬:‭1‬-‭2,‬ ‭CSB)‬‬

I definitely don’t understand the Trinity or how Jesus, the Word, could be both God and with God in the beginning. And when was the beginning for that matter?

“For as heaven is higher than earth, so my ways are higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah‬ ‭55‬:‭9‬, ‭CSB‬‬)

In the end, I’m glad God is so mysterious. I’m glad He is so far beyond my ability to comprehend. I’m glad He is great and omniscient and omnipotent. But most of all, I’m glad this mighty and mysterious being loves me.

Dear God,

I will never understand all that you are. At least, not in this life. Thank you for revealing the marvelous things about you that I need to know. Thank you especially for your love and mercy and caring about little old me.