Perfect.

He loves me perfectly. He is impeccable. He is purest of pure. He is the creator of the Universe. 

And HE loves me. 

He loves me when I make stupid mistakes. 

He loves me when I know what I “should” do and don’t do it. 

He loves me when I do the “right” thing with the wrong motive. 

He loves me when I worship Him and when I live a life that reflects Him. 

The most amazing thing about the love that God has for me is that it can’t grow and it can’t diminish. He loves me so much that there isn't even anymore love to have. He loved me the day He created the world. He loved me when HIS very own son was chosen to take MY place in receiving judgment for the ugliness that is inside of me. 

I know He loves me because I feel Him. 

I do not feel guilt or condemnation when I return to Him after making some bad decisions. It’s like He just stands there waiting for me with a quirky smile on His face longing to just embrace me again. 

And when I experience that crazy passionate love from God the whole world seems to grow dim. He becomes a drug to me… all I want and all I need.

God’s love for me woos the depths of my heart to stand in awe of Him. This whole thing is an experience to be had more than a process to understand. He comes in the most gentle and yet most zealous way and speaks to the very core of me words of life and destiny and hope and purpose.

I am amazed that I can feel so free in the love of God. There is a safe place for me to rest. His heart protects mine. So people can say what they may and do as they please but the unshakable foundation with which my heart rests is in God’s own love for me.