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Love Me. KNOW me. Want me. Stick it out with me.

"I want you to want me.  I need you to need me."  I remember my Mom singing that song knowing it was her heart's cry.  In my own life,  I know it was what I was crying for.  And still in many ways.  Isn't that where that "people pleasing" drive comes from?  

All of our life's motives, desires and cries can be whittled down to a few simple questions.

Do I matter? In the world?  To someone?
Do you want me around?
Do you really love me-unconditionally?
Am I important to you?
Do you really want to know me?  All of  me?

Isn't that the cry of all of our hearts?  And yet.... how many of us are longing to be really known.  Really loved.  And really wanted.

This desire cuts across socio economic, beliefs, status, background, profession etc.  It comes with being human.  It is not a respecter of privilege or popularity.  It's not just for "needy" people or mentally unstable folks.  

Jesus loves you.  We are so simplistic and condescending when we speak to people.  Throwing out our christianeese to ease our own uncomfortableness.  And just assume that this little girl I know who has been battered and bruised by the very ones who say that they love her should just "ta da" know that she is loved by God.

Where is our responsibility?  Love has to be experienced.  God's love.  Our love.  Trust is built over time.  Sometimes a very long time.  
So many people are crying out:

Will you still love me when I hurt you?  
Will you love me when I disappoint you?  
Will you love me when I mess up again?  
Do you want me around when I'm a pain?  
Am I important enough to you that you will stick by me?
Will you stick by me through the countless questions and doubts?

After we have done all of this THEN we can tell those we love that Jesus truly does love them.  And they will really know and accept it.

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