God pulled me a little closer and His smile grew a little wider. I didn't have to tell Him what I was thinking.
"I couldn't really even imagine this in the beginning. All I could see was the devastation; the brokenness all around me was suffocating. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. But you wouldn't let me."
"Holes are for cowards" God said. "And I taught you better than that...because I love you."
Tears flowed freely as I thought about how true that statement was. God does love me, even when I don't feel deserving of His love. He loves me when I'm sad and weary, or feeling smothered by fear. He loves me when I'm too tired to pray, and when I've frittered away my time for doing things that really matter. He loves me when I'm broken, or prideful, or angry...He loves me always. Forever. No matter what.
"Thanks for that", I said as I leaned my head on His shoulder. I looked up at Him in time to see a tear roll softly down His cheek. And I knew that God knew, that I love Him too.
