He loved me while my marriage fell apart, and He loved me when in my grief I turned to everything but Him.
He loved me when I sought the affection I needed in a mere man’s eyes (okay, many men), and He loved me when I did any and everything to obtain it.
He loved me when I didn’t love myself.
He loved me when I turned my back on Him.
But most importantly He loved me when I returned to Him in shame. He never made me feel unworthy, but simply welcome. I felt welcome to return home.
And He loved me even now, when I fell short on the daily. He loved me when I was envious, when I was angry, when I was impatient, or when I was ungrateful. He loved me even though I messed up over and over again. He loved me even when I was especially unlovable. He loved me.
He loved me anyway.
In a world that bases so much on performance, it’s nice to be loved just because. Nothing can remove me from His love. I’m good enough, and though I can strive each day to do better because I love Him in return, I don’t have to worry that I must be without fault to be saved. I base my actions for improvement on our relationship not on an idea that I must please Him to be loved.
He loves me despite my past, He loves me despite my current shortcomings, and He loves me despite how I may fail in the future. He loves me anyway.
