Jesus Wept

Life is a gift.

I am so thankful that God has carried me through the many mountains and valleys. I can celebrate and rejoice with Him when I reach the breathtaking view of the mountain.

...and I can have Him wrap His arms around me when I struggle through the valleys.

This is my God.

My God that knows my innermost thoughts and gave me every breath of life.

I am not worthy.

During a worship night a few months ago, I was hit with the reality of just how much He loves me.

And I wept.

Today I said goodbye to one of my dearest friends/former roommate. In the process, I asked her if there was anything she wanted to say to me before I left. She said, "I love you" and gave me a hug.

It may sound simplistic, but I told her that those were the most perfect words that anyone could say to me right now. I know this because I cried after she left. Not just because I was sad, but because I could truly feel how much my friend loved me.

Love. Jesus wept out of love even though he knew that Lazarus would rise. Jesus loved Lazurus this much.

Jesus loves me this much. I know this because the Son of God chose to do God's Will and sacrifice His life for me.

I wasted so much time searching for the love of man thinking that it would fulfill me. I searched everywhere but the One that holds and protects my heart. That night I wept out of joy because although I was completely broken, I came to a greater understanding that...

Yes, Jesus loves me.