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I come into their house, expecting a normal night of conversation. Instead I end up breaking down, crying, and basically spilling all of my doubts and worries to these two. They listen to every word I say, and not only do they console me, but they offer to help. Even when I'm confused, upset, and not perfect, they aren't forced to love me. They choose to love me.

I don't deserve it, but they love me anyway.

She gives me a check for gas, telling me not to get too much this week because the budget is tight. She constantly nags me about getting college stuff completed, and even though I get tired of it, I know that she only wants the best for me. She fixes supper every night after a long day at work. Even when I'm grumpy, dismissive, or rude, she isn't forced to love me. She chooses to love me.

I don't deserve it, but she loves me anyway.

He hears every prayer that I make. He hears me when I'm yelling his name at the top of my lungs and spewing all of my anger at him. He hears me even when I feel lonely. He forgives me in every moment, even when he has the supreme power to tell me that I'm undeserving of his love. But he doesn't. Even when I'm catty, fearful, and sinful, he isn't forced to love me. He chooses to love me.

I don't deserve it, but He loves me anyway.