What Love Is This

Part of being a perfectionist is presenting myself in the best light possible. I can't have you see anything less than lovely of me, and maybe, just maybe, I'll have your acceptance and you'll think I'm worth something.  It goes against all that is rational for me to acknowledge that while we were less than lovely - dead in our sins and lost - that Christ died for us (Romans 5:7-8). What love is this, that we are worth everything without having to be anything. I don't get that. I don't get why God would love the world in this way. I don't get why He would love me in this way. 

But in the moments when I do get it, my worship deepens. Insecurities are shed. Faith is strengthened, and hope abides.