God is love. I know that, you know that ... we've all been taught that. But what does that mean, personally, to me? God loves me, but with what kind of love? What am I to him? That is what I am wrestling with tonight amidst the utter darkness of my room and the emptiness it contains. I feel alone, there is no one in my room, but am I truly alone? Is my loving God with me? Is he with me even in my darkest hour? Or my greatest triumph?

Yes.

He is.

The truth is that he loves me in the most intimate, and passionate way. A kind of love that propelled him to suffer agony, betrayal, torture, and death all on my behalf. That is the man, the king, the Lord, who loves me and who is with me in my empty and hollow room. That is the God that I serve, that I give my life too, my heart too ... That is who I want to be captivated by, because he is captivated by me.

"[I] won't let you stumble, [I] won't fall asleep. Not on your life! I, Israel's Guardian

will never doze or sleep. I am your Guardian, right at your side to protect you-

Shielding you from sunstroke, sheltering you from moonstroke.

[I] guard you from every evil, [I] guard your very life.

[I] guard you when you leave and when you return,

[I] guard you now, [I] guard you always."

-Psalm 121, The Message.