Jesus loves you

Some days I feel like I’m standing in the middle of questions that have no end.

Why this? Why now? Why me? Why them?

My mind circles, restless, hungry for answers that do not come.

And in those moments, my questions outnumber my certainties.

But even here, in the wilderness of not knowing, there are anchors I cannot escape.

I do know this: Jesus loves you.

I do know that He laid down His life for you.

I do know that the tomb is empty—so your heart doesn’t have to be.

I do know that the wrath that was rightfully mine was poured out on Him,

and He bore it without turning away.

I do know that there is no fine print in His mercy,

no list of exceptions in His love.

He came for all. He loves all.

And He longs to turn your story into one marked by abundance, not emptiness.

I do know this—

once I was His enemy,

far off, wandering, unworthy,

but by the blood of the Lamb I was brought near.

And now, somehow, miraculously,

I sit at His table.

A place prepared for me that I could never have earned.

And there is a place for you too.

The invitation is written in His scars.

It is not complicated. It is not reserved for the few.

It is as wide as the word “whosoever.”

Whoever will—come.

Come thirsty, come weary, come guilty, come searching.

There is room.

So no, I don’t know everything.

But I know enough.

Enough to tell you:

Jesus loves you.

And if you choose Him,

that love will be the one thing you’ll never question again.