What does it mean to really love God? To love the divine? What does it look like? What does it feel like?

How can I, a finite created human being, love a Creator, an infinite Spirit?

Does it feel like the love I have for my husband or my children? That love is in spite of their flaws. God has no flaws. So it can’t be exactly like that.

Does it feel like the love I have for my country? Again, that’s in spite of its flaws. And my country isn’t personal – it’s a conglomeration of people and land and ideas.

I know about God. I’m slowly getting to know Him. But love?

Often, when I spend time reading and thinking about His love for weak and broken people like me, I think I feel warmth spark in my soul. But it isn’t steady. I’m not even sure you could call it a flame. Just a spark.

Underwhelming. The little spark,  the barest warmth in my heart, does disservice to what I believe, to what I know that God has done for me. I think I should be a roaring bonfire of love. But even if I was, compared to the immeasurable and incomparable, that would be less than a spark by comparison

But still I wonder. How do you love a being that you can’t see, can’t hear, can’t touch, can’t hug or be hugged by?