Something that I have always had a hard time accepting. That God loves me.
That he has always loved me. And that he will never fail to love me in the future.
I have a hard enough time believing that he loves me.
Someone who made me.
I believe that my parents love me.
I believe that most of my friends love me.
But I can't believe that my own creator loves me.
I'm stupid. Let's just leave it at that.
Because how can I not believe that God loves me?
God made my every cell, everything in my body. He made my heart the way it is for a reason.
How can I not believe that he loves me, when he gave his only son to come and die to save us?
How can I not believe that he loves me, when I have countless times made it through rough times with only him to thank.
If I didn't believe in God, I don't think I could ever believe that anyone loved me or loves me.
How can I not know without a doubt that God loves me?
It's like I do know. But it's hard to accept it.
Because I'm so dirty. Broken. Scared. Hopeless. Disgustingly Unfaithful.
How could God love that?
And yet, he does.
I just need to accept it.
And all he asks in return?
That I love him.
How can I not?