Chosen
Dear God, Forgive me for the times I've needed people to prove their love to me thinking that that's the only way I could know and feel real, tangible love. Forgive me when I get sad and feel alone because no one is physically by my side. He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? (Romans 8:32) Over and over you've proven your words to be true. You chose me before I ever chose you, you loved me b efore I was even trying to know you. You claim me, when I deny you. You pursue me when I run from you. The friend that sticks closer than a brother, the husband that loves his rebellious wife unconditionally. You surround me, you unravel me when I'm convinced no one truly knows or understands me. When blown about by the waves and winds of circumstance and feelings, you remain the firm rock I put my feet on. You are the thrill that never runs out, even when I'm tempted to seek pl