I was trying to title my poetry (I’ve been stuck on it for days) in order to distract myself from how I’ve been feeling so unloved all afternoon. Who knew why in the world this was happening, of all days? How I wish I knew. It was like my brain was a broken record, constantly repeating the same four terrible words:
“You are not loved.”
It hurt so much. I know these are words from Satan himself. And I know that this statement is a lie. But I can’t help but allow those words to get under my skin. It’s weird; I’m a sensitive person, but tag me in dank memes, or call me trash & I’ll laugh hysterically because I know it’s true (also because my sense of humor is warped).
With a heavy & hurting heart, I decided to delve into some scripture, because I know that there is power in the word of God. There, I can find some of the highest encouragement. This is what I found:
“Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate heart, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience,” (Colossians 3:12)
I’m chosen by God, made holy by the blood of His that was poured out on the cross where He died for me. I am beloved. Dearly loved. What a great reminder. I should really remind myself of this more often. But this is what I grasped. God chose me. Little unequipped-for-life me. Why? I will never fully know. But He chose me. He picked me. He wanted me.
I’m still hurting, and that might not change for a little while. But I’m encouraged. And I feel both empowered & humbled by those few words. There are people in the world who will not choose me, who will not love me. But that doesn’t matter compared to the love that the Lord has for me. Because if I don’t have His love, I don’t have anything. So because I definitely have His love, I lack nothing.
This goes for you too, my dear friend who is reading this right now. You are loved, and wanted by the Lord. When we dwell on this fact, and focus on Him, the awful thoughts begin to dim, and goes from “You are not loved”, to “You are loved”. We have to remember this.