You are loved

I had a bit of a pity party this past weekend - sorry, I didn't invite any of you.  But if I had, it would have ruined the party, since it was all about feeling alone.  I was thinking about some heavy things, and then got a heavy calling, and really wanted someone there to support me, or to talk to, or even just to laugh at me and tell me to suck it up. (Thanks to my good friend DB for eventually telling me just that.)  Now, I am familiar with the concept of prayer.  I understand quite well that I can talk to Heavenly Father about anything and everything, and believe me, I talked to Him many times this weekend.  I also know from numerous personal experiences that He will always support me in my righteous choices.  But even with all of that, sometimes I think it would just be nice to have a physical body in front of me when I'm talking, and to be able to physically lean on someone.

I'm sure there were several people around who would have been glad to listen to me or put their arm around me if I had just asked.  But in my pity party, I didn't want to ask, I wanted someone to volunteer.

After a rather pathetic round of "who can whine the loudest" (I guess I won, since I was the only one playing), I kicked myself out of the pity party, and was immediately reminded that I am loved.  Not just liked, but loved, and loved perfectly.  By someone who knows everything about me, and loves me anyway.  By someone who sees more good in me than I see in myself.  By someone who will always love me, no matter how many dumb things I do.  By someone who loves each one of you just as much, because He created us.  To feel of His love is a very heady thing, and one that I wish for all of you.