God, you love me for no other reason than that you chose to love me.
You love me when I am not good, when I don't reach my goals, and when I just "drop the ball." You love me when my voice quivers as I speak in chapel. You love me when I get less than an "A" on a homework assignment. You love me when I am late to class. You love me when I forget to respond to that text message someone sent me 3 hours ago. You love me when I don't remember appointments I've scheduled. You love me when I've failed to put myself in another person's shoes.
It's during times like this that I am hardest on myself--feeling ashamed for achieving less than perfection, or at least, my own idea of perfection. And I come to you, ashamed and down-trodden. I come to you at the point of tears because I messed up, because I was not perfect today. But that's just the point. I'm not perfect; that's YOUR job. And you love me in the very midst of my imperfection. You look me in the eye and tell me that you saw me drop the ball... but you love me anyways. And that's because your love isn't about what I do or don't do; you don't love me because I can "hold the ball." In fact, the ball never had anything to do with it. You love me because back before the Creation of the world, you chose to love me... regardless of my role or achievements. You just love me... and your love endures forever.
"For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves." - Ephesians 1:4-5
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