I might as well lay this bare for you all to see. Recently, after interacting with an individual at some length, I looked at them in all their brokenness and unlikability and had a sudden, visceral sense deep in my heart that God could not possibly value that person as much as he values me.
I simply couldn't believe it.
These are the thoughts of a soul beating a path to hell. Yet grace has a way of cutting through even my refusal to accept my need for it. It had better, or I am irrevocably lost.