Sometimes, I forget, you know.
I forget, in the middle of the stress of a best friend moving out, of 16 year olds having sex and being evil to each other, in the middle of colleagues being utterly comtemptible, in the middle of what seems to be hell on earth I forget this:
We are, each of us - whether we want it or not, believe in it or not, have faith or not - are loved unconditionally. We are all sinners and base, tiny, insignificant, seemingly worthless, but we ARE LOVED. We are rare; we are precious. And when it feels like the world is against us, and let's face it, it is sometimes, we can - if we choose to - look up, look out, and find that spark that lets us know that somewhere, sometime, in some realm, there is a love that passes understanding and it's for us.
All we have to do is be open to it.
And even if we don't open ourselves up to it, it feel GOOD to know it's there.
I am loved.
You are loved.
We all are loved.
I forget, in the middle of the stress of a best friend moving out, of 16 year olds having sex and being evil to each other, in the middle of colleagues being utterly comtemptible, in the middle of what seems to be hell on earth I forget this:
We are, each of us - whether we want it or not, believe in it or not, have faith or not - are loved unconditionally. We are all sinners and base, tiny, insignificant, seemingly worthless, but we ARE LOVED. We are rare; we are precious. And when it feels like the world is against us, and let's face it, it is sometimes, we can - if we choose to - look up, look out, and find that spark that lets us know that somewhere, sometime, in some realm, there is a love that passes understanding and it's for us.
All we have to do is be open to it.
And even if we don't open ourselves up to it, it feel GOOD to know it's there.
I am loved.
You are loved.
We all are loved.
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