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.