Nobody loves me! That thought sneaks into my head from time to time. Powerless, my prayers seam to hit the ceiling and stop there. Problems pile from all directions and I helplessly open the Word of God for answers.
Then I remember that God loves me. I don’t have to earn his love. It is freely given to me. He calls me “his beloved” in 1Thessalonians 1:4.
He not only loves me, but he paid for me with the blood of his own Son. (1Peter 1:18-19)
My value comes from God, not from what people think about me. I am accepted and loved child of the Most High God.