I’m claiming this meme even though no one’s tagged me — I saw it in my bloghopping this morning and don’t even remember now where I saw it. But if you’re seeing this, consider yourself tagged! (Maybe I’ll tag a few specific people later.)
I love that Jesus died for me and my sins. No one’s ever done that for me before. I don’t know that anyone would volunteer to die for my virtues, let alone my sins. Well maybe my hubby, but of course he’d have to think of the kids first, too, and might have to reconsider.
I love that He’s here all the time. When I’m in a group, when I’m alone, when I’m in the dark, when I’m driving, when I’m shopping. He’s my own personal bodyguard. I certainly can’t afford a regular human one, nor would I want to. I don’t think I’d be comfortable having an expensive, burly guy next to me all the time. I’m happy with the Invisible, All-Powerful One.
I love that He loves me more than I love Him. My wisest friends always said, marry a guy who loves you more than you love him, and you’ll be happy. And it’s true in a lot of ways. Though I think my dh and I love each other equally, I tend to be less kind at times than I should be, and so though my love is there always, in my heart, my actions don’t always show it. Contrast that to my dh who never raises his voice at me or who doesn’t get impatient with me (unless I get impatient with him first) — I think it was Dom at Bettnet (correct me if I’m wrong) that the love between spouses is still a love between sinners. So ours can never be a perfect love. But Jesus and me? He loves me with a perfect love. That’s comfort and peace right there.
I love that He came here and established a Church for us so I don’t have to spend my life floundering and figuring out where I can find the answers. He’s got it set up so I don’t have to focus so much on the details (it’s my sinful human nature that makes me do that at times, though I really don’t HAVE to). Instead I can focus on the more important things, like what it means to really love.
I love that He forgives me, always. I love that I can make mistakes and hate myself for a while, and yet He never stops loving me. He understands me, completely, even when I don’t understand myself. You know how sometimes you wish SOMEONE would understand you and appreciate you and love you when you’re not feeling particularly lovable? Well, now I don’t have to keep on wishing. There IS Someone who already does that, 24/7/365.
If I could love myself like Jesus loves me, then I wouldn’t need Him at all, would I? But boy, do I ever.
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