I find it hard to believe that God loves me.

I mean really believe it. To miss a few classes, forget a meeting with someone, skip devotions, put off things I know I have to get done, get angry at my roomates, neglect to call my friends from back home I haven't talked to in months, walk past a ministry sign up without feeling any desire to help...

...and still believe that God passionately loves me. The richness of Jesus' love is most fully realized in my greatest failures, for only then am I truly dependent upon His grace.

It is in these fragmented and scattered glimpses of my life that the gospel really makes sense.