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Ever since Daddy showed me just how much He loves me, something interesting happened.

Satan kept trying to steal it away.

What hit me about His love, though, was not only that it takes priority in my life but that everything else has to bow down to it. "Satan has nothing on me. My Father loves me!" Insert choice childish taunting here.

Mmm. That's a good bit of knowledge to start the day with. Every day, in fact.

Ain't it great?

He Loves Me

Tonight my Father showed me that He loves me. He told me in no uncertain terms how much He loves me. I couldn't stand it. It didn't make sense, I wasn't worthy of it, and I don't understand it.

The truth is, though, that He loves me... Loves me so very, very much. And this, my friends, is all that matters now. You, the reader, don't matter; my problems in life don't matter; the things people tell me or say about me don't matter; the aches in my life don't matter. All these things pale when I think about and remember just how much He loves me.

I have a Father. And He loves me - He loves me so very, very much.

Aren't you jealous?

You don't have to be.

He loves you, too.

But returning to the subject, He loves me. He loves me more than I can ever comprehend. And that's it. That's all. That's everything. That's the end. I don't need anything more. I'm good, I'm cool, I'm there, I'm happy. This is what I was searching for for so many years.

It's a good day. A very, very good day indeed.