GOD SAW MY FLAWS.. AND HE STILL CHOSE ME. There's a kind of love this world can't explain - the kind that doesn't change when you fail, doesn't fade when you fall, and doesn't walk away when you stumble. That's the love of God. A love that stays when you're at your lowest. A love that reaches for you even when you've turned away. A love that whispers, "You're still Mine," when shame tries to convince you otherwise. Lord, You've seen every flaw, every failure, every time I promised I'd do better and didn't. And still, You stayed. You didn't love the version of me I'm trying to become - You loved me, right here, in the middle of my mess. Your grace covered what I couldn't fix. Your mercy met me where I least deserved it. So I stand here humbled - not by guilt, but by grace. Because no matter how many times I've fallen short, Your love hasn't changed. You still call me chosen. You still call me Yours. And that kind of love... that's what changes everything.