What a lie.

So, I went to camp this weekend. It was a total blast. I LOVE camp. But I realized some things about myself and about God this weekend that hopefully will get my relationship with Him back on track...
I went to camp bitter. Towards people, life, and God. I had been pushing God away. Deciding that He wasn't helping, so I didn't want to try.
What a lie.
Over the summer I started believing that I wasn't someone that people actually enjoyed being around. I didn't think people thought I was worth listening to. At least not most people; there were those few amazing people that I was amazed would talk to me. But still, I had been treated like I didn't matter, and I believed it.
What a lie.
But God got through to me during worship at camp... He DID care. He DID love me. And I WAS wanted and appreciated. And He didn't even have to think twice about it, He just DID. So much that He DIED for me so that I didn't have to. So much that He rose again to show me that He had power over ALL things, even the power of death; even all the stuff going on in my life. What had I been doing in response to this passionate, real love towards me?
Believing the lie that it wasn't real, and even if it was, it didn't matter.
So I realized how crazy I was. How messed up my thinking was. How bitter I had become.
And how pure, and full, and passionate, and real His love was for me.
And how so very much I wanted Him to control my life again, how much I wanted Him to love me, how much I wanted to love Him back.
It was freeing. Realizing that He loved me as me. Realizing I was spotless in His eyes. Realizing how much He wanted me. Realizing how much I wanted to give Him glory and live for Him.

Satan will always be throwing lies at us. John 10:10 says that he's out to kill us. Don't let that miserable piece of junk get to your head. He'll always try. But you are not junk. You are not ugly. You're not unwanted. You are Gods child who He paid the price to get. You. Are. Loved.