Love Me For Me

Have you ever felt like everyone puts a certain kind of label on you? A label that makes you feel like you have to be who they think you are? The one that makes you feel like you live inside a box at times?  Sometimes, I just want to run away from that feeling. I just want to physically run away for awhile.

I get tired of being nice.

I get tired of defending myself.

I get tired of the expectations placed on me.

Sometimes, I just want to feel like others love me for ME.

I think that’s why people love cats and dogs so much. They feel free to love them without needing to give much more than that. Animals don’t require too much of you except their basic needs. They just freely love you. When you are in a bad mood, they love you. When you are sad, they love you. When you are happy and excited, they love you. They just love to be with you.

Why can’t more people be like that? Why can’t they overlook the bad days? Why can’t they forgive more readily? Why can’t people see all the good in your heart and realize you are an imperfect person living out an imperfect life?

I think there are a lot of people out there who feel tired of the expectations placed on them at times. They feel tired of defending their actions and they are tired of being nice. They just want to feel loved for who they are. Flaws, failures, inadequacies, shortcomings…all of it.

They don’t want to be hassled about what they DON’T do. They don’t want to be reminded of who they AREN’T.

Chances are, they already know all of that. Chances are, they may even be trying to work on a lot of it.

They just want to be loved for who they are.

Thank heavens I have a heavenly Father who loves me for me. He loves me when my pride is stubborn and refuses to budge an inch. He loves me when I dwell on things that upset me. He loves me when I’m crying over my hurts or when I’m giddy with excitement of my joys.

He just loves me. ALL of me.

He loves me when I’m wearing a retainer at night and He loves me when I sweat. He loves me because He can see who I’m becoming. He sees the me that no one else sees.  He sees the beautiful me after the rough part of me is molded, chiseled, and polished away. He sees the end product of me.

Oh if only I could love others like that. And if only they could love me like that. Love me for me.

What a better place this would be.