Monday, October 17, 2011
Why God Still Loves Me
I know my circumstances sometimes get me down and frustrated. Today I realized that God didn't care if I was gay or straight, big or small, fat or skinny, or gorgeous. He just loves me for existing. After all he did create me after his own image and likeness with expert care and attention. It's like a grandma who hangs up a page of scribbled lines because her granddaughter said it was a picture of them holding hands. To the rest of the world the picture is ugly, uninteresting, and a waste of precious fridge space, but to grandma it is the most precious piece of art in her home. That, my friends, is why God loves me. Because he has a perspective that no one else has. He knows and understands me in ways that no one will ever come close to. My life of scribbled chaos is appreciated and priceless to him. So today at 103 mph I was God's most precious piece of art on his fridge and I knew it.