I just wanted to share a piece of my heart tonight. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, maybe too much, but one of the things that I just can’t seem to make sense of is the incredible love of God. I just don’t understand, and I probably never will, how someone could know me like He does and yet at the same time love me like He does. It just doesn’t make sense.
He knows me more fully than I will ever know myself. He knows how very, very low I have been and how incredibly dark my days can be. He knows every scar and the heartache that made it. He knows the hurt that I have suffered and the hurt that I have caused. He is intimately acquainted with my every failure and with every fight that I have lost. And at the end of it all, He knows that there is nothing good in me. I have nothing to offer, and I am not a good person. He knows that.
But He loves me anyway.
He knows I have nothing to give, but He is in need of nothing. He knows there is nothing good in me, but He is good itself. He doesn’t need me to be anything, because He is everything. All He asks for is my heart. After everything that He’s done for me, how could I give Him any less?
Song of a Wanderer 
Thank you for this. Tis true. Not reasonable to my puny human mind but more real than any sensible thing. Every time anyone feels or realizes love, I think there is an element of knowing Jesus in it.