The Value of Love

Tonight, again, I was asking God, "Who is going to make a big deal about me? When will I make friends who love me back as much as I love them?" And again, God reminded me that my value is not in how people treat me or how they feel about me. My value is in the fact that He created me to have value. He gives me value. The love I give away has value and the love I receive also has value. But it's not my value- it's added value. So I can keep giving and giving but my source hasn't changed. It never runs dry.

Just because people don't love me the way I want them too doesn't mean it's not love. If their love doesn't look like my love, does that mean it has no value? That's prejudice. I've tried my whole life to prove that I'm not prejudiced. Why do I feel like my standards are good enough that the whole world should live by them? I never died on a cross for anyone. I do have high standards. Lord, why am I so different? Why are my standards so high?