Tearose you are Gods precious princess, beautiful in his sight, nothing you do will make him love how any more or any less, he created you unique in his own image.. This is what david says god thinks about you... Wht would he love you less than anyone else, it sounds to me tat theres things in your life what need healing, i dont know your story, but it sounds to me that you think you are less worthy than anyone else of Gods love, and that my friend is a lie
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.
I'm an open book to you;
even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back;
I'm never out of your sight.
You know everything I'm going to say
before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you're there,
then up ahead and you're there, too—
your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful—
I can't take it all in!
7-12 Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings
to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute—
you're already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
At night I'm immersed in the light!"
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.
13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
17-22 Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
God, I'll never comprehend them!
I couldn't even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
You know, I just don't know. I have been actively involved in fellowship and ministry for years. I can look at everyone else and say "God loves that person", but I just can't accept it for myself. I read my bible and I believe it is true for everyone but me. I just can't get past the thought that he must not like me, he could never love me. Yet I see him as a loving God who loves everyone else!
I absolutly DO believe in Christ. I AM born again. I have been for years. I just can't get that he loves me. I know he loves everyone else. I have taught that to so many. Jesus LOVES YOU. And then I think "how nice that he loves them. I wish he loved me." I have taught Sunday school, women's ministries, VBS, deacon's wife, youth group, Missionettes, Young at Heart, you name it. And I always have told everyone how much Jesus loves them. But I just can't get it for myself. Does that make any sense? I have felt this way since the 6th grade.