He's good.

"That you will, dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs Beaver; "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking they're either braver than most or else just silly."

"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.

"Safe?" said Mr Beaver; "don't you hear what Mrs Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe?
'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."

Chapter 8,
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe,
The Chronicles of Narnia

Of course He's not safe. But He's good.

Something about this line makes me tear up. Thinking about God's love I think it is easy to lose the impact of His God-ness, if that's a word. He is God. He breathed life. He spans the universe with His hand. The universe. Something we cannot comprehend. He appeared in earthquakes and fire and opened the earth to swallow people in the Old Testament-- and the Bible tells us that even in that He is restraining Himself.

Wow.

But He is touchable. He's come so near. The fullness of God, restrained in the form of a man- Jesus. God Himself taking on flesh forever. A human body, glorified, yes, but still.. a man.

We can tell how trustworthy He is and how good He is by His meekness. His gentleness.

Why should GOD restrain Himself? He has no reason to do it. He doesn't have to.

But He did. And He does. Because He's good. Such goodness makes me tremble and want to weep. I can't get over Him.

He's good.