"You're ugly, you mess everything up. How could you think that anyone loves you?" He says.
He's right, I am worthless. I can't even stand me, so no one else could possibly love me.
"I love you." Whispers a voice so gentle, "I love you with an everlasting love."
I know that voice... It sounds so familiar. I look around, trying to get a clue of who this voice belongs to. In the corner of my room, on the nightstand sits a book. Holy Bible it reads.
"I chose you before the foundations of the world," the voice says.
I pick up the book and hug it to my chest.
"I will never leave you or forsake you."
I blink back tears. How is it possible that someone could love me? How can I ever accept so great a gift?
Slowly, I lower the Book. Gently, I turn it's thin pages.
"You will be My people and I will be you God."
"I come that you may have life and have it abundantly."
"But hope does not put us to shame because God's love has been poured into our hearts."
"This is love, not that we loved God, but that He first loved us."
Now I'm sobbing. Head buried in my pillow, I let the awesomeness wash over me.
How? Why? What? I can't believe such incredible love.
I wipe my eyes and turn to the end of John. I read Jesus' prayer in the garden. I watch as He is mocked and tortured. I look on as He stumbles up the hill under the weight of His cross. I cry with Mary as nails are pounded into His hands and feet. I struggle for breath as He suffocates in His hanging posture. I wince as they spit on Him and smile through tears when a criminal is promised a home in heaven.
He says, "It is finished."
Finished. Done. Complete.
The whole point of lowering Himself to human level. The whole point of all that suffering. To save me.
"Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down His life..."
Who could ever argue that? He loves me! I can't understand it, but I need it.
"God," I whisper, "I don't get how You could love me, but You have proven that you do."
I hesitate. What do you say to the one Who died for you? Words just don't seem like enough.
My voice cracks as I offer the only thing I can, "Thank You."
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When You Come Back
Teen Fiction"I'm back" he whispered softly in my ear. I winced and tried to pull away, but it was too late. His strong arms wrapped me in a hug. Slowly my body relaxed and accepted his embrace. He was back.
