Many years later, I would again struggle with being loved. but, this time I was struggling with knowing without a bit of doubt that my Savior loved me. I mean, I read about His unfailing love and I knew and believe that His Word was true, but I wasn't sure it was true for me.
My sister encouraged me to look at myself in the mirror every day and say aloud, "God loves me. I am His beloved." And I tried and I wanted to believe it, to believe her, to believe Him, but it was hard.
Especially on the days that I felt so unlovable The screaming at the children, the unkempt house, the mean comment to my husband. How could anyone love me?
My sister than asked me to do something else. To imagine God, and imagine myself climbing into His lap and letting Him put my arms around me. so, I closed my eyes and I could see Him and feel His arms around me.
For me, when I imagined an image of God in my mind, it was my grandfather in his favorite chair and he was smiling, allowing me to climb onto his lap and rest in his embrace.
I knew once again that I am indeed loved.
I am on of His beloved. And it is comforting.
3 comments:
I use to look in the mirror and tell myself God loved me. It's so hard to do it, when there isn't a feeling to put with the words. So thankful for a God who pursues me and loves me unconditionally.
I totally agree, Barbie!
Awesome! One of the most bring-me-to-my-knees moments in my faith was after I had my son..and one day when he was just under a year old, God just really hit me over the head with the fact that He loves ME even more than I love my son. And that just blew.me.away. It really is an amazing thing to take in.
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