What can I do with you, Judah? Your love is like the morning mist, like the early dew that disappears. Hosea 6:4 

It is confusing to experience fickle behavior from a friend. One moment their eyes may be framed with concern, the next, they are unmoved by our plight. Not being able to predict which ‘friend’ we will encounter, our heart cannot fully rest. We are on guard when sharing our thoughts and feelings.

Many have been raised by parents whose behavior was unpredictable. Happy one day, but unavailable emotionally the next. The children lived anxious and unsure of themselves As adults, they somehow perceive that God is fickle, too. They have a difficult time relaxing in His love. They believe that He has two faces and will change without provocation.

God stays the same. We are the ones who change. God knows all too well that we are the fickle ones. Yet, He is not reserved with us. He is like a lover who shares Himself with abandon, hoping for the best. When the outcome is warm and affectionate, He is satiated. When we regard Him with disinterest or level unfair accusations at Him, He continues to pursue us anyway even though His heart is left longing. That God would make Himself vulnerable to the likes of you and me seems ludicrous, yet that is how much He values companionship. He planned our birth, watched our development, and waited for the day when we would look up and say, “You love me and You proved it. I am Yours!” 

Dew appears in the morning when the day is new, but with a little heat it dissipates. May my love for God be unlike the dew.  It needs to survive my own fears, circumstances that would seem to implicate His unfairness, and the heat of fiery trials.  I want to love Him as He loves me ~ all the time, no matter what.

Mature my love.  Amen