I am thankful. I am thankful for a love that has seen me through the years. A love that sees me at my seemingly finest and pristine moments and sees me in my lowest and dingiest moments. A love that, in all those moments, holds fast to me.
Who would have ever imagined a love like this? Not me. For this is a love that is truly unique. There is not any other kind of love like it.
No matter how many times I try to grasp its inimitableness, I don’t even come close.
It draws me in and shelters me. It gives me hope. It comforts and it heals. It sustains me. It forgives and it restores. It is unceasing.
It, is the love of Jesus.
What did I do to deserve this kind of love? It surely isn’t because of any good I’ve done. It certainly isn’t because of the wrongs I’ve committed. You see, this love, is a gift. A gift I, in no way, ever could earn or deserve…but happily and humbly am willing to receive.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you for loving, even me.