“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Except to the child-mind and -heart
I like that wording more than, “I am loved,” or, “I am loved by God,” or even, “God loves me.” Feels more intimate, breathing with aliveness. “Am being.”
“What is your anger enabling, protecting against, or symptomatic of?” Anger involves natural amphetamines and painkillers.
Your shame knows that imitating love for the sake of acceptance is dishonest.
Love is not a noun. Nor a goal. Love is creating. Uniquely.
Forget “One day at a time,” or, “Live in the moment,” if you aren’t up to them… What IS naturally human is relationship. Relate to one Christface at a time. As each comes.