It doesn’t always feel like it, but I really am loved.
God’s grace and mercy, forgiveness and provision, pour out from above
By not really believing it, I resort to all kinds of coping,
seeking temporary substitutes, or helping others constantly, hoping
that somehow by being “more useful” others might appreciate
me validate me, fill that void inside of me, and satiate.
But others never will. There’s only One who can fill that void
I try to serve others, give to humanity, and those by whom I am employed.
A simple “thank you” feels good and gives a temporary boost inside.
I’m grateful for encouragement but wonder about that persistent divide.
Does their gratitude truly prove love? Or am I just being used?
While true love is demonstrated in action, a mother’s love for unborn baby is fused
before the child ever did anything for mother. So love can be independent
of any action I might take. God lavishly pours it out, with no need to defend it.
Love came down, humbly, yet abundantly overflowing for all to see.
No performance, tasks or action needed from me to receive it, for free.
I don’t have to do, or to help, but might choose to when the Dove
reminds me that no matter what, or when, or where: I am loved.
I am loved.
© Lukas Westevy
2023