His Love Found Me This Morning
This morning, I woke up with tears in my eyes. Not from pain… but from a strange, beautiful ache in my heart. The kind of ache you feel when something divine touches you. I couldn’t explain it at first—why my heart felt so full, why I cried before I even said a word.
But then, I understood. It was Him.
It was His love.
Suddenly, I was flooded with memories—moments in my life where things didn’t make sense at the time. When I was lost, tired, uncertain, heartbroken, or simply numb. And yet… I made it through. Not because of my own strength, but because He never left me.
I cried because I was reminded of how good God has been to me. How He’s carried me through every storm I thought would drown me. How His grace caught me every time I fell. How His love never gave up on me—even when I gave up on myself.
This morning, I remembered His resurrection.
And it hit me: if He could conquer death for me, what else wouldn’t He do?
There’s nothing He won’t redeem. Nothing He can’t restore.
As Pastor Steven Furtick once said:
“God’s love is not based on you, it’s placed on you. It’s not about what you did, it’s about what He did.”
That hit me hard today.
Because I didn’t do anything to deserve this kind of love.
Yet still, He wakes me up with mercy every single morning.
Still, He chooses me.
Steven also said:
“You may have given up on yourself, but God hasn’t given up on you. His love doesn’t run out. It runs over.”
And this morning? I felt that overflow.
I felt held.
I felt known.
I felt chosen.
So if you’re reading this, maybe you need that reminder too:
You are deeply loved. Even in silence. Even in mess. Even in doubt.
His resurrection wasn’t just an event in history.
It’s a daily reminder that nothing is too dead for Him to breathe life into.
Not your dreams. Not your heart. Not your hope.
Today, I was reminded—He’s not done with me yet.
And neither is He with you.
—
Elista
With tears, hope, and a heart full of grace.

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