No Difference

At church, I'm always moved when Pastor says that Jesus would have suffered all the shame and pain and died on the cross if I were the only one on the planet. And I believe him. God's love can make you feel like you're the only one on the planet. Like you're unique, special and understood. He sees the quirkiness and silliness and corniness and isn't turned away. He knows my greatest fears, deepest hurts and isn't shaken. He knows the real me, better than I know myself, and is cool with the complete package. Like that one friend that hangs around through your foolishness and loves you just the same. I can be me and know He's not going anywhere.

But sometimes I forget that just like Jesus would have died just for me, only me, he would have died for only her, too. Or him for that matter. Because that's God. He loves that person, just as much as me...

***Stop and rewind***

...JUST AS MUCH AS ME

I'm not any better than her or him. And nothing I can say or do will ever change that. This isn't a 'crabs in a barrel' type of thing. I don't have to fight for my Daddy's love. There's enough to go around. And there always will be.