You Still Love Me

There’s something about being loved at your lowest that completely undoes you.
Not the kind of love that’s earned.
Not the love that waits until you have it all together.
But the kind that stays, even after you’ve messed up… again.

This song? It wrecks me.
Because I know what it feels like to bring God pieces.
Pieces of a life that should’ve been better,
a heart that knew right but did wrong anyway,
a soul that knew how to worship but still wandered.

Why do we do the things we do when we know they hurt Him?
When we know it’s not who we are anymore?
But then we wake up and realize, we’re tired.
Tired of lying to ourselves.
Tired of saying, “I’m okay.”
Tired of pretending we don’t feel the weight of it all.

And in those moments: raw, honest, broken,
we run back.
No fancy words. No perfect apology. Just… us.

Hands lifted.
Heart trembling.
Tears falling.
Saying, “God, I’m sorry. I want to make it right. I don’t have much… but I give You me.”

And what does He do?

He receives us.
No rejection. No guilt trip. No silent treatment.
Just open arms. Steady love. Daily grace.

He still loves us.
When we cry in shame? He stays.
When we fail again? He forgives.
When we can’t even look at ourselves in the mirror? He whispers, “You’re still mine.”

That kind of love? It’s unbelievable.
It’s so amazing.
It’s unconditional.

Not because we earned it... but because that’s just who He is.
A Father who doesn’t flinch at our flaws.
A God who knew everything we’d ever do and chose us anyway.
Not just on our best days, but on our worst ones too.

So today, I’m not coming to impress.
I’m just coming real.
Grateful.
Still messy, still growing… but still loved.

And maybe that’s the most powerful thing to know:

At the end of the day, He still loves me.

🌸Scripture:

“But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

  --Romans 5:8 (NIV)