God loves me. He is totally obsessed with me. He cherishes me. He is well pleased with me.
I stumble and fall. But God loves me. I cannot describe it. He doesn’t just love me. He so loves me. So so loves me. He is hopelessly, helplessly, insatiably, in love with me.
I just always like to say that. Because it is true. And it satisfies me. And keeps me going.
God loves me. Me.