A while ago, I was walking through downtown LA making my friend Brian listen to a pity party for me. I was whining, complaining, feeling icky and like nothing was going right. About that time, a homeless woman literally hit me in the back, looked me in the eye, and said “Jesus Loves You”.
Wow, what a lesson. I am so grateful that Jesus reminded me that he loves me when I needed to hear it most. It was an unconventional way but hey, it worked! Now every time I start to have a pity party for me, I remember that Jesus loves me. Lucky me!
BTW, Jesus loves you too. Hopefully you won’t need to be hit to be reminded. :)
