It’s a little after midnight. I’m tired, but I’m definitely not tired enough to fall asleep. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been confronted with the fact that I’ve been looking too often for love, acceptance, and value in places that can only either disappoint or offer a placebo of the real thing. If God wanted me to be someone else, he would’ve made me someone else. I’ve come to the realization that in order to find true purpose and belonging, one’s identity has to be firmly rooted in the one that created him or her. Trying to find your sense of identity, self-worth, belonging, and love in other people is a fruitless cause and will only lead in disappointment and hurt. There is no one who knows more about something than its creator. In the same way, God knows every facet and detail of his creation. No one knows our wants, fears, desires, and insecurities better than God. It’s crazy to think that he knows each one of us from the inside out. It’s even crazier to know that He still loves us even though he knows all of our shortcomings and mistakes.
That sounds like the definition of true love to me..