He loves me

I love my children because they are my children. God loves me for the same reason.

I love my children because they are my children. God loves me for the same reason.

In the middle of my temper tantrums, unreasonable expectations and bad attitudes, He loves me.

While I yell at my kids, leave dirty dishes for tomorrow and dig through a laundry basket of clean clothes I have no desire to fold and put away, He loves me.

After I say no for no good reason, challenge His authority and waste the time I should be spending with Him, He loves me.

When my pride takes over, and I try to step in and save the day in my own strength, then miserably fail those entrusted to me, He loves me.

Jesus loves me, even when I’m drenched with sin. He still loves me when I choose wrong. He loves me when I don’t want to be loved and when I don’t love myself.

Jesus loves me. He doesn’t wait until I’ve figured it out, or straightened up or gotten right. He loves me now.

He loves me enough to never leave me, even on the roughest day. He doesn’t give up on me. He makes it all work together for good because He called me. My actions and abilities don’t determine the extent of His love. He lavishly gives His love to me because I am His. He made me. He saved me. He has plans for me. He will finish what He started in me.

What I need to know most in this life, on my best days and my worst, in the midst of the mess and the victorious yes, is that Jesus loves me.