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On Sunday we were asked a question, “Why do you love Jesus?” As usual, we were left to think about the answer. And as usual, the answer for me became very personal.

As I have pondered this question over the last few days, I have thought about all the ways in which I could answer. At first the answers became a long list of things He has done for me. About the days when I had money in my account or food on my table. About the career I have found myself thriving in, or the vehicle I was able to buy. About the nights that started as tears and the mornings that brought me joy. Of the friends I get to call my own, or even this church who loves me. And while all of those are blessings He has given me, none of that is why I love Him.

I love Him because He is perfect. I love Him because He is whole. I love Him because He is pure. I love Him because He is real. And above all else, I love Him because He chose me, in all of my broken pieces, and died so I could live. So I could love Him, as I was called to do. I love Him, not because of what He has done, but simply because He is. He is worth my love. My obedience. My life. Because if called, I would gladly lay it down, at His feet, for the chance to look up into His beautiful face and hear him say, “my child, welcome home”