I absolutely LOVED this morning’s prayer time at the church! It’s always a good to be there praying in the company of other “pray-ers”, but this was above and beyond. Why?
God showed up.
I mean, He always does. But today He REALLY showed up!
I don’t know about the other people at the prayer time, but I felt like God was there just for me. I knew He was pursuing me with an all-consuming, passionate, overwhelming love. He’s relentless. He created me in His very image so I could be just like Him. He knows me better than I will ever know myself. He never gives up on me.
God loves me. He REALLY loves me!
As I prayed, I felt His hand on my head, just as a parent touches a child, and His love just poured over me. I wrote in my journal: I am loved. I am accepted. I don’t have to do anything to earn it. I don’t deserve it, but God loves me anyway. He takes care of me. He gives me His very best, and all I have to do is receive it.
I know who I am. I belong to Almighty God.
A song played.
“I’ve been crucified with Christ and I no longer live. Jesus forever lives in me.”
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Inside the Writer 
I can't pretend that I've ever had the same experience as you did, Wendy. I've never felt the hand of God touch me, and I've never felt His love pour over me. But I can only assume that, even if we don't feel these as immediately as you did, God still loves and accepts us. And that's the message I take away from this–a message that is indeed uplifting, especially during those times when we're not even sure we love ourselves, or don't feel particularly lovable. Thanks so much for sharing your experience with the rest of us. I'm inspired every time I read your blog.
As awesome as those times are, don't you wish it could be like that all the time? Too bad our humanity gets in the way.
Awesome!