It would be nice if this came naturally. It doesn’t. Most times, I don’t feel like “Beloved from all eternity.”
It’s easier to believe lies than truth, especially about ourselves. That doesn’t mean the truth about ourselves doesn’t exist, or is a fallacy. Our fallen natures just find that because it’s difficult for us to love, and find others beloved, it would be the same for God.
If people aren’t lovable, we don’t love them.
That isn’t Jesus at all.
Because we’re loved, we can love.
I wish that were easier.
A Work in Progress 