Sometimes

Sometimes, sometimes I strive. Sometimes I forget, I forget that I am loved, and that when I’m at my lowest point, I am still loved. There’s moments when I get disappointed, and it may take me some months or even years to let the tears run down my face. Sometimes, sometimes I try to do it all and prove that I’m worth loving. You see it seems I’d like to outgrow my need for grace. Hoping one day to graduate to a place that I don’t need him, and like clockwork I start to wake up in the mornings, and there the gut punch heavy chest welcomes me, and I realize…

I need, I’m loved, in the lowest space I’m loved. I’m loved. And that’s all that matters. Not what I do, or what impact I bring. I’m loved. I’m enough to be loved. I’m not behind, where I am is okay, and he loves me. Friends, if you’re caught in a rat race of catching up and busy, stop, it’s okay. You are loved, and whether it’s in your lowest graveyard or your highest peak, He loves you. It’s not about what change we bring or what impact we hit the earth with. Sit with Him, remember why you do what you do, remember that nothing matters if you lost your first love, Jesus. He’s worth slowing down to reconnect with. He loves you.