You Are Loved

I want you to know that you are loved.

And I don’t mean that in the nonchalant, broad sense. I mean, YOU are loved. By me. And especially by God. Deeply. So deeply, in fact, that it’s almost devastating. Because if you’re anything like me (aka: human), you don’t deserve it. And what’s even more challenging to grasp sometimes – you don’t even have to do anything. You are loved for exactly who you are. The broken pieces of your life are beautiful. Your past is in the past. And all the people in your life – past, present, and future – they’re part of your story, and it’s a wonderful story. Every single moment of your life has meaning and eternal value, and you are loved.

Ok. So, what do I do with that love?

First of all, I think we need to truly understand that we don’t deserve it. And I don’t mean beat yourself up…I just mean, take a few moments to look up at the stars tonight and allow yourself to realize how small you are. And yet, you are loved.

When I think about this kind of love (some may even call it grace), I can’t help but think of the people in my life who probably don’t deserve my love. People who have said hurtful things to me, people who weren’t there when I needed them, or just people who don’t seem to understand me. HOW IS IT that I can be so broken and be so loved, when I’m completely unwilling to demonstrate such love to certain imperfect people in my life? It’s pretty messed up, and I feel like a hypocrite. Yet, I am loved.

So, what do I do with that love?

Love isn’t some “thing” that we can take or leave. Love is permanent. (God’s love is, at least. Ours is supposed to be.) Even though I’m unworthy – even if I wanted to reject God’s love, it still remains. So I might as well embrace it. I might as well smile about it and allow myself to feel lucky. Because I am. And you are too. God’s love is a freaking gift, and every moment that I allow myself to be negative, mean, or feel empty is a moment where I’m straight up lying to myself. Because I am loved! By the Maker of this universe.

So, what do I do with that love?

I pour it into others. Other imperfect people. People who tell lies. People who talk shit about me. People who do coke and drink like I used to. People who do heroin. People who cheat on their girlfriends. People who say there is no God. People who tell me I’m stupid. People I’ve hurt. People I’ve lied to. People I’ve disappointed. People I’ve hurt so deeply that they want nothing to do with me. People who want to see me fail. People who believe in me. People who show me selfless love. People who laugh at my animal puns and weird faces. My true friends, my new friends, my sorta friends, my maybe friends, my questionable friends, my haters, my enemies, people I don’t like, total strangers, old people, homeless people, people in my church that I don’t really like, people in my church that I really like, my role models, gross people, and dogs & cats, too. I get to love them all, just like God loves me. Not because any of them deserve it, but because I am loved, and I don’t deserve it.

Go smile. Go live your life! Go do the good things that make you laugh out loud. Flip that switch in your soul to positive, and freaking duct tape that switch so heavily that no one can ever turn it off. Shine your light - to everyone. Enjoy this very moment. And the next. And the next. Because YOU. ARE. LOVED!


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