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                                   One day, I came to God with a broken heart.

I told God my heart hurts. The kind when the pain felt too real you could almost even touch it. And like a Father to a child, God asked me why. Why it hurts.

“Because I wasn’t loved back. I’m not loved,” I told God in response.

The moment I allowed that thought to linger in my head, I realized it wasn’t true.

It wasn’t true because that week, when my heart got broken, my friends gathered around me when I cried and they loved on me.

Above all, I know God loves me. He loves me enough to catch me before I fell too much in love with someone that God didn’t prepare for me.

Realizing that, the “I’m not loved” drama immediately sounded so cheap. And so not true.

“So why does it hurt?” God asked me again. Not because He didn’t know the answer. But because He had a point to make.

This time, I thought long and hard, and searched my heart. And once I finally found the source of where all the pain was coming from, I boldly let it out to God like a child showing a badly skinned knee to her Father.

“Because I was not chosen,” I cried.

The thing is, you do not need to get your heart broken by someone to know how it feels like to not be chosen.

We have our own share. Somewhere, somehow, someone was better than you and that someone else was chosen over you.

It hurts. And I’m sorry if it does.

When I cried to God and told Him that it hurts to not be chosen, this was what He whispered to my shattered heart:

 

“But I have already chosen you,” He said.

And then He reminded me of what He did to choose me. To choose us.

Chose to be hung on the cross over the comforts of heaven.

Chose for His whole body to be broken so my broken heart could be whole again.

Chose to love me even when I didn’t deserve to be loved by Him.

Chose to look at me worthy when there was nothing worthy of me.

And being chosen by Christ—Love Himself—would always be more than enough to bring healing to all our broken parts. ❤️