I had both hands on the steering wheel, while I drove through the fine, gray mist hanging in the air. If you could have looked straight into my heart, it would have looked something like that soupy, sad sky.
I was filling my brain with all kinds of bla-aaah and negative self-talk.
My heart was replaying scratchy, old tapes -- the kind that remind a woman of some dumb thing(s) she did years ago. In that moment, the enemy pounces, whispering in the ear, "What makes you think you're any better now than you were then?"
I sank deeper in the car seat, like I had a big, fat "L" on my forehead.
Just then, I felt other words -- better words -- deep inside my heart: "Do you know how much I love you?"
I caught my breath, surprised by joy. Surprised by God.
I replied, out loud. "I do. I do know!" I sat up a bit taller.
And it went on like that for miles and miles, the inaudible whisper of the Lord, drowning out the lies, with one question, over and over again: "Do you know how much I love you?"
And I said it again: "I do. I do know. I do. I really do."
"Do you know how much I love you?"
"Yes, I do. I really do."
The guy at the stoplight might have thought I was crazy, going on and on like that, talking into the air. But, hey, it worked. Because pretty soon, the enemy wasn't saying a word anymore.
Sometimes, I forget how much God loves me.
I rarely try to speak for God, but I think it's safe to pass on a message to you. So here it is:
God loves you, and He likes you. Maybe you needed to hear that, because it's true.
Maybe you needed to hear this one question in your own heart--
"Do you know how much I love you?" God's asking you that question right now: "Do you know?"
Friend, believe it.
You were God's idea. You were not an accident, or a mistake or a coincidence. You, my friend, are a God-incidence. A beautiful, one-of-a-kind, made-for-this-moment-in-history God-incidence.
And you are utterly cherished.
Today, you might not feel loved. You might be replaying old tapes, and you might figure that since it's almost Halloween, you've got the perfect excuse to wear a mask and convince the whole world that everything's fine, just fine.
But God sees you. He sees behind the mask, to the beautiful person He created. And right now, I'm pretty sure He wants me to tell you this: He loves you for you. And you're the favorite you He ever created, because there's no one else on Earth quite like exquisite, never-before-created you.
I thought you'd like to know...
"And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is."
~ The Apostle Paul
"That means you."
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