I don’t know where you are on the mountain or what put you there. I don’t know how wearied you are by the climb or how weathered you are by the elements. I don’t know how alone or abandoned you feel. I don’t know how disoriented you are or how despondent. But wherever you are and however you feel. I want you to curl up in your tent . . . close your eyes . . . and remember.
Remember your own history with God… Think back on the times when God expressed his love for you. Remember those times? Remember the words he spoke? Remember the way he answered your prayers? Remember the gifts he gave you? The many kindnesses he showed you? The forgiveness? The protection? Remember the love you felt for him, the joy, the tears? Remember how he touched you, embraced you, and led you?
He hasn’t changed. Neither has his love for you. It may not seem to be there, the way a rope around your waist doesn’t seem to be there when it’s slack. But it is there. Paul told us that nothing—nothing—would ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:35-39).
God’s love for us, not ours for him, is the rope around our waist.
It’s a rope that doesn’t fray, no matter how much it is stretched.
It doesn’t freeze, no matter how cold it gets.
It doesn’t fail, no matter how far we fall . . . or how often.