I am loved - Daily Devotional for Women by Anna Szabo of Online Discipleship for Women

Have you ever felt unloved? Me too. Growing up, my mom and grandma would say: “If you don’t do what I say, I won’t love you.” This taught me that love available to me was conditional and performance-based. When I became a Christian in 2014, I thought God’s love also demanded my high performance to earn His love. God revealed to me the truth: His love is unconditional and not based on performance. This daily devotional for women focuses on the best thing about you: you are loved by God unconditionally for eternity. Here’s “I am loved by God!” affirmation for you to encourage and empower you with Biblical truth.

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Daily Devotional for Women: “I Am Loved

Discovering that God’s love for me was unconditional and not based on my performance, realizing that there wasn’t anything I could ever do to separate me from God’s love, I found peace, joy, and addiction recovery. I was able to sort out my relationship with food and lose 22 lb discovering that I often ate to fill an emotional hole in my heart from feeling unloved, unworthy, rejected, and not enough.

READ: Fasting In Secret With God

The format of this devotional for women is “self-examination.” I’ll be sharing my personal story of how I was persuaded by others and believed in my heart that I was unlovable and unloved, until I finally discovered what God says about me: I am loved. 

The power of vulnerability is huge, so I trust that sharing my deep insecurities and spiritual breakthroughs with you in this Biblical devotional will encourage and empower you. I pray that you’ll be moved and inspired as you reflect on your own life experiences when you felt unloved or even unlovable.

As I was preparing my heart for writing this devotional today, I tried to recall when I began to believe that I was unloved. I tried to remember if that was just an idea I was born with or if somehow it was planted in my mind by someone. And if so, what was their intention for doing this? How did this lie affect my entire life?

My Childhood Story: Feeling Unloved

I was born Anna Sergeevna Ermakova on January 18th, 1983 in the city of Kurk, Russia, to a hateful single mother with mental health issues, out of wedlock, rejected from birth. I was a girl but mom wanted me to be a boy, so she dressed me up as a boy and called me Anton. Before this had any effect on me, I was a happy baby.

When I look through my childhood pictures, I see a joyful, relaxed, smiling baby. Just a few months in, the baby girl was dressed up as a boy in my childhood pictures and the baby’s smile disappeared. The baby was now called “Anton.” Just to clarify: I am still talking about me. All I see is fear, anxiety, and confusion throughout my childhood album, just a few months after I was born.

The thought of being unloved was not anything I was born with but it was taught to me, it was embedded in me by my family from the experience of my daily life with my mom, grandma, two aunts, uncle, grandpa, and three cousins, two of whom, Vika and Yulya, you hear a lot about on this blog, but the third one, Valera, you never hear about because he had mental health issues and practically never participated in life, except he just sat somewhere around the house.

Here are blog posts where I share my story.

My Life Story

I was born happy and excited but quickly learned to be anxious and fearful in the environment of my chaotic home. It wasn’t just chaotic, it was a real crazy house. And for as long as I remember my life, there wasn’t even one day of peace in that family. And the only “joy” I ever saw was when people were drunk.

It’s worth mentioning how I came about. My mother took advantage of my father sexually, according to her story, while he was in bed with broken legs in his mother’s house. How was my mother there? She came to “visit” and brought food. Then, she sat on him and had sex with him. As you can imagine, I wasn’t a witness to that. How do I know this? My mother told me. Then, she was pregnant.

Shockingly, you can actually get pregnant from having unprotected sex!?! Yes, she was surprised when she got pregnant. My 26-year-old soon-to-be-mother was pregnant with the baby she told me she did not want. She didn’t want me, so she went to abort me. How do I know this? My mom shared this with me many times.

Still, I was born.

I was born out of wedlock during the crush of the USSR. My father had another woman who was pregnant already, and that woman gave birth to a baby girl, too. Her name was Zhenia. It’s mostly a boy’s name, so my mom assumed my dad wanted a boy. I was born a few weeks after Zhenia was born. My mom dressed me up as a boy.

My father had nothing to do with me. All I knew about him was that he was in jail. Later in life, when I was already in America, he reached out to me through social media trying to manipulate me. I cut that short quickly. I did always desire a relationship with my father but a normal relationship. I describe something that he did to me when I was little in my essay called “Molested by My Father.” Though I did tell him how far to go and how to get there, secretly, I always hoped he’d grow up and change and come rescue me from my insane mother, a relationship with whom I described in an essay called “Narcissistic Mother-Daughter Relationship.” I longed for my father. I waited for his love… I never was loved by my father or mother. All I experienced was abuse and rejection.

My paternal grandmother had nothing do to with me either, though she lived just a few blocks away. The only grandchild she had in her life was Yana, a granddaughter from her daughter, my father’s sister, Sveta. My mother also had a sister named Sveta, of whom you often hear on this blog. My father had many children all over the country, some of whom were raised in secret and others, like me, desired to be known yet were abandoned and dismissed.

My maternal grandmother was the only one I knew because we lived in the same small Soviet-style condo with one kitchen, one bathroom, and four small bedrooms, ten people together. She was ashamed of me because I was fatherless and born out of wedlock. She told my mother that I was not to call her “grandma” in public because I was an embarrassment. I described many cruel things said to me openly by these women in my essay called “Things Narcissistic Mothers Say.”

My family called me a “miscarriage” and they rejected me every day of my life. As I began recalling my memories with the help of my baby pictures, I remembered that my mom called me a boy’s name “Anton” until I was seven years old, which enticed the neighborhood kids to bully me. I almost never talk about that because the biggest bullying I had ever endured was from my mother and her immediate family. Compared to the emotional and physical pain they imposed on me, the bullying from the neighborhood kids a walk in a park.

READ: Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers

Very early on, I learned from my mother’s temper tantrums that I was unloved. She told me many times in my face: “I hate you and I just want you dead!” Before I could comprehend what those words actually meant, I knew I was unloved based on my mom’s actions toward me. I was more of a commodity to her.

She was the one who mattered in our relationship, and I was there to serve her. My job was to meet my mother’s emotional needs at all times. I loved and worshipped my mom. I always protected her and stood up for her as she was the scapegoat to her mother. That grandmother was evil. I remember her regularly saying to me: “If you don’t do what I say, I will not love you!” My mom said the same thing often. I was a commodity to both of them deployed for childhood labor and abused for fun. Love was something I had to earn by performing for those two women who were never on the same page. So, most of the time, I was confused by them and had no way to ever be good enough because they imposed double-standards on me, trapping me in a vicious cycle of feeling inadequate or guilty or shameful or rebellious or suicidal.

To say that I grew up confused is an understatement. There was no stability or predictability in my relationship with my mother: one moment she was nice, the next moment she was violently beating the life out of me, then publicly humiliating me, then telling me the next moment how she was sorry and that she abused me because she loved me.

READ: Narcissistic Mother

She taught me that love equaled abuse. She said if someone in my life says they love me but they have no “passion for me,” aka they don’t violently physically abuse me, that means they do not actually love me. I’ve learned from my mom that love was abuse and abuse was love. Later, I ended up in a domestic violence marriage and had to be rescued by the police to save my life. I became homeless and struggled to survive in a foreign country without even speaking the language.

READ: Domestic Violence

To my mom, I became a convenience at some point. Sometimes, it was good to have me around to get love and affection from me when she wanted it. Sometimes, it was nice to have me because she’d get complimented in regards to my beauty. Sometimes, it was helpful to have me as free labor on our various farms and around the house to do laundry, dishes, cleaning, and taking care of drunk relatives.

Other than that, I was a burden to my mother in every way, and she let me know that. She had no filters when it came to physical, emotional, mental, and psychological abuse. I was yelled and cussed at daily, beaten regularly, humiliated publicly, and I cry even now for the poor little girl who had to endure all that in my home growing up. I described how I learned to cry and grief – to process my story and experience healing – in a blog post called “How To Be Fully Human.”

My grandfather, with whom I lived and who was the only man in my life, was the only one to protect me from the evil witches of our household: grandma and my mom most of the time, and two alcoholic aunts some of the time, plus my alcoholic “sisters.” My sisters were called so but they were actually my cousins. I talk more about them in an essay called “Molested by My Cousins.” My grandpa was tall, handsome, loud, kind-hearted, a good singer, hard-working, and an alcoholic. My grandma abused him physically almost every day, often attacking him and beating him in his sleep. I witnessed all of this personally for two decades, so I was confused from those observations, being taught that what I witnessed was true love. I had no mentors or therapists, so all I knew was what I saw in my daily family life, which was mostly horror.

I remember trying to run away from that house of horrors and my mom specifically when I was just five years old. I even got all my important belongings into a suitcase (important belongings were my simple dolls and their furniture made out of the boxes of old matches, plus some clothes for me). I was very little but already very hopeless.

I couldn’t take the pain and suffering anymore. My escape plan failed, and I continued being abused by my mother and relatives for years. The next time I tried to escape from them was by taking a bunch of pills as I attempted suicide at 11 years old.

READ: My Suicide Story

I was given nothing but hatred at home and felt so unloved, it caused me to endure unbearable pain and suffering. I preferred death over that kind of life. I didn’t want to live. I saw no hope. My second attempt at escape also failed, and I continued being the physical and emotional punchbag for my mother. I was her scapegoat but her golden child was her niece Vika, the daughter of her youngest sister Ira.

A year later, I attempted suicide one more time, was rescued, and I changed my plan of escape from that moment on. I escaped mentally and emotionally into education. I graduated from three universities with high honors. I wrote research papers and spoke at local, regional, national, and international conferences, It took another 13 years of pain and suffering but I was able to physically escape my abusive family. In 2008, I emigrated to America when I was 25 years old.

Devotions for Women by Christian Speaker Anna Szabo of Online Discipleship for Women

Being Unlovable

Growing up, in our four-bedroom little condo in post-Soviet Russia, there were me and my mom in one room, my mom’s youngest sister Ira and her kids in another room, their middle sister Sveta and her daughter in another room, and my grandparents in the smallest room. Nobody got along with anybody. The place was in a state of constant war. I had to plug my ears to be able to do homework for school. I used to lie in my little bed terrified and dream how one day I would live completely alone in silence. Today, my dreams came true and I live alone in peace and silence. I feel safe, which is something I never felt growing up.

The family members were drinking heavily.

They fought physically, and it was violent. My cousins and I were also taught hatred and abuse toward others and each other. The main person to setup everyone against everyone was grandma. We were always in a state of war with one another.

I was taught that that was love.

It was so painful for me to live in such a stressful, violent, dangerous environment. Yet my relatives considered it normal. My mother till this day tells me that I had a beautiful childhood and a great family and that my complaints are unreasonable.

READ: Molested by My Mother

When it comes to feeling loved, I didn’t know what that even meant but I knew I was unloved. My amusing memories about the family explain why I felt that way and how it all compounded to the point of multiple suicide attempts. A custom tradition was for adult women in our household to gather in one room, put me in the middle of their circle, and start criticizing my body and character. The goal was to humiliate me to the point of tears so that each of them could feel better about herself. That went on for years until I was strong enough to tell them off and fight them off my back physically. The entire gang was led by my mother who was sarcastic, hateful, cruel, vicious, and jealous.

READ: Body Shaming by Narcissistic Mothers

I remember my mother repeatedly saying to me: “Your laughter is ugly, don’t laugh, listen to your cousin’s laugher, it’s beautiful,” “No one loves you, there’s nothing to love about you,” “You’re worthless and a waste of my life,” “Don’t think too much of yourself, you’re not going to go far,” “The world will be a better place when you’re dead!

This was all the love I ever knew.

I remember one early morning, I put my makeup on, I’m walking out the door to go to school, she stops me and starts picking me apart telling me how ugly I am and how everything is wrong with me. I was extremely insecure. “I wish you were beautiful like your cousin Vika!” “You’re so ugly, have you noticed that you have no eyebrows?” “You shouldn’t smile, too much gum is exposed, it’s ugly!”

The three sisters all led by my mother used to turn me around and humiliate me by counting holes between my legs criticizing how my legs were too tiny and ugly. Those women would grab my arm and go on about my lack of arm muscles predicting how my arms in the future would be fat and flabby. I was a little girl, not even 13 years old yet. From my eyes that didn’t look in the same direction (I have a lazy eye) and my eyebrows that were not pleasing to my mother (they aren’t thick or highly-visible) to my arms and butt – everything about me was ugly and awkward, according to my family’s opinions.

That was all I knew as love. It was not love. I knew that for sure. But that was not all. My mother had more hatred for me. She began telling me that my friends were actually with me not for me but because they loved her and that there was nothing lovable in me or about me. She wanted me to not only feel unloved but also fundamentally unlovable. I hardly had any friends. I didn’t trust anyone. I wasn’t taught how to interact socially with people or have confidence or be friendly. I felt unloved and unlovable. I felt desperate. I just wanted to die.

At 11 and 12, twice I tried to commit suicide during the summer. When suicide as my third attempt to escape from my mother didn’t work, I decided that I would just build a beautiful life for myself and be happy someday in the future. Below are spiritual poems “Narcissistic Mother” and “Narcissistic Mother Hates Her Daughter” which I wrote reflecting on the pain imposed on me by my mom.

Narcissistic Mother

"Narcissistic Mother" #PoemsFromGod

A Narcissistic Mother is egotistical and incapable of love or compassion.
She is self-centered and only for herself does she experience any genuine passion. 

She is a caregiver who treats her daughter as if the child’s aim were to be of service.
She deliberately persuades her daughter that she’s unloved, undeserving, unwanted, and worthless.

A Narcissistic Mother is one moment raging and next moment she is smiling.
She behaves unpredictably; her goal is to win people’s compliments and admiring. 

She has an enmeshed relationship with her daughter where her child’s needs don’t even exist.
If she decides to appear nice, she is pleasant, but in a split of a second, she’s violent and pissed. 

She uses her daughter to fuel her ego or get some money;  that’s pretty much it.
And of course, her true motives she would never openly to anyone admit.

A Narcissistic Mother sucks the life out her daughter and says straightforwardly: “I just want you dead!”
Her daughter ends up with a long-lasting emotional trauma and a life of deep healing ahead.  



10/6/18 © Anna Szabo, JD, MBA
"Narcissistic Mother Hates Her Daughter" #PoemsFromGod

Narcissistic mother inherently hates her daughter’s guts.
She sees her as another woman, of whom she’s envious and jealous.
She might be nice to people, even kissing others’ butts,
But to her daughter she is never good or  kind or simply zealous. 

Her only goal is to destroy her daughter permanently.
She’s filled with hatred, animosity, and ill will.
She says “I want you dead!” to her descendant personally.
She tries tenaciously her child to harm or kill. 


7/17/19 © Anna Szabo, JD, MBA

Seeking Love

I grew up and left not just my mother but the entire country of Russia. I had never been back. In 2008, I emigrated to the United States of America at the age of 25. How? I married an American Prince Charming! It was a fairytale kind of story described thoroughly in my book of three Christian fairytales called “How Princess Lana Developed Faith and Fortitude.” My friend Antonina owned a matchmaking agency and listed me on her website as a Russian bride looking for a husband.

In search for love, I went online, met Prince Charming, traveled the world with him, married him, and moved to America to live my happily-ever-after with him. He enslaved me for eight months, and I had to be rescued by the police after four beatings. Prince Charming kept me in the house, didn’t allow me to socialize, learn English, drive, have legal documents, use a phone, get on the internet, or do anything, except what he wanted me to do. I felt unloved. I was unloved. And I was treated as fundamentally unlovable. After four violent beatings, three Dunwoody Police Department officers conducted a rescue operation and safely orchestrated my escape. It’s all described in my blog post called “Domestic Violence.” The officers took me to a shelter for battered women in Stone Mountain, GA. Prince Charming and I were divorced in 2010.

In search for love, I met a doctor online, through Facebook. He was the President of Georgia Chiropractic Association, very passionate about helping people, and a good man. He wanted to marry me. I said yes. It was a difficult experience because he was practically married to his mother, with whom he also lived and who literally took care of him. He also was a politician, obsessed about his profession but not engaged in his marriage. He was divorced with two little boys, and most of our marriage was spent in the modification to custody battle with his ex-wife who was bipolar. There was no room for me in that marriage, and there was no love there. I felt unloved. I was unloved. And I was treated as fundamentally unlovable. I left in 2013. We were divorced in 2014.

In search for love, I opened my heart for the third time in November of 2015 when a man who worked at the mega-church I attended began courting me for marriage. In May of 2016, we were married in front of church, friends, and family. I became Mrs. Szabo. My hope, as explained in the video below, was to serve God together. However, togetherness was not what Michel had in mind at all.

As I walked down the aisle on May 14th, there stood Michel, the man I loved and adored. He had tears of happiness in his eyes. He declared his genuine love for me to the world that day. My wedding with Michel was very happy and memorable. I became “Missis Szabo” and looked forward with a hopeful heart to spending the rest of my life with the man I loved and saw as Christ-like. After the wedding, Michel abandoned our marriage and declared to me: “My bicycle is my other wife I cheat on you with.” He said that he wasn’t interested in me anymore and wanted to be an IronMan and complete in Kona.

I felt unloved. I was unloved. And I was treated as fundamentally unlovable. We never made it to a honeymoon. Instead, right after our wedding, we went to Chattanooga, TN for an IronMan competition. Michel rejected me not only verbally and with his daily actions, but sexually, too, stating that he needed to save his body for IronMan training. I felt deceived, disoriented, devalued, discarded, and depressed. I felt hurt and sad. Seeing my husband choosing an IronMan bicycle over me every day, I eventually began feeling not just unloved but also unlovable. It was as if I was with my mother once again. Michel was the only one who mattered in the relationship, and I was there to simply serve him. I wrote a poem Loving The Narcissist about my marriage to Michel.

Loving The Narcissist

"Loving The Narcissist" #PoemsFromGod

Loving the Narcissist is like taking poison and dying slowly.
He is miserable, and he can't stand that you are not.
He hates you for your joy and wants to make you feel so lonely
That you forget anything good or positive you ever thought.

The Narcissist has a very fragile ego.
He is full of insecurities, self-hatred, and shame.
For him, to manipulate you into darkness is very intriguing,
And to make you feel confused and doubtful is his primary aim.

"The Narcissist wants you dead" - my trauma counselor told me.
I didn't believe her at first but later saw that is was true.
With his narcissistic gaslighting and projection, the Narcissist sold me
On the idea that of his own abuse he genuinely had no clue.

The Narcissist won't leave you alone, ever.
You are his Narcissistic Supply needed to survive.
He is fueled my the idea of making you suffer forever.
He is pleased knowing that, abused by him, you can't thrive.

You can't help the Narcissist by loving him,
Because he doesn't just feel by you unloved -
From his childhood, he feels fundamentally unlovable.
That's not anything you can get for him resolved.

To be targeted and attacked by the evil Narcissist,
All you need to do is to breathe and be.
For him to hate you, it's enough that you simply exist
But if you're happy and joyful, he won't ever set you free.

He will continue to devastate you relentlessly.
He wants you to be drained and miserable like him.
To ensure that you feel hopeless, he will work restlessly,
Until he witnesses with pleasure that being depressed you begin.

Loving the Narcissist leads you not just to deadend -
It takes you quickly to the real hell on earth.
And as long as to genuinely care you tend,
The Narcissist will hate you vigorously and intensely for all he's worth. 


10/16/17 © Anna Szabo, JD, MBA

Finding Love

During our devastating marriage, I was under the care of two counselors: a Biblical counselor Tammy and a trauma counselor for victims of narcissistic abuse. My Biblical counselor Tammy and I met every Wednesday evening via FaceTime and studied the word of God. Getting grounded in the truth God said about me was what jumpstarted my narcissistic abuse recovery. I discovered from the Bible that I was loved unconditionally for eternity, which is why I was brought here and was alive.

I found out that I was alive for a reason, for a purpose, that I was brought here to be God’s glory on display. God chose to have me here for His special purpose. I realized that I didn’t come into this world from my mother. I came here through my mother from was God.

I was an accident to my mother and father, but I wasn’t an accident to God. He planned on having me. He created me. He wanted me. He welcomed me. He loved me when I was still in my mother’s womb, even though she went to abort me. I had a breakthrough: God’s love for me had been proved already when I was purchased at a high price of Christ’s life because God loves me so much.

God’s love is like a gift.

Have you ever walked into a room with a beautiful Christmas tree there, seeing clearly the gift wrapped beautifully and marked with your name? Then, you got distracted and left the room with your gift still there, forgetting the gift… Have you ever had that happened to you? See, the gift was already yours. It had your name on it. It belonged to you. It was assigned to you so you can have it. Its purpose was for you to enjoy it.
The only reason why you still didn’t have the gift was that you didn’t accept it. You didn’t take the gift that was yours, so you couldn’t enjoy having your gift. Still, it was there waiting for you.

The Bible says that the love of God is already yours. You inherited it from your creator. It’s mine as well, I inherited it from my creator.
The only reason why you may not yet have clear conscience and confident knowledge of God’s love is that you haven’t yet reached out for the gift of God’s love to take it and have it. Same with me! I realized that I didn’t have the love of God because I haven’t reached out for the gift of God’s love to take it and have it. To enjoy God’s love, all I needed to do was to accept it, take it, and then have it.

This transformed my life forever.

Being Loved

The Biblical counseling from 2016 resulted in me becoming passionate about finding out what else God said about me, discovering the 3573 of God’s promises, and diving deep into everything there’s to know about God’s love for me. Once I realized that I was inherently loved and lovable, I wanted to know the Gospel so that I could replace my false beliefs with the truth of God.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:16

God proved His love for me. His love is mine already. He wanted me, He wanted me to be His, He wanted me to be alive, He chose me, He anointed me, He sent Jesus to be sacrificed for my freedom from sin, pain, suffering, deceptions, confusion, and doubts.

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 5:8

God never asked anything of me but to place my faith in Him through Jesus by believing that Jesus was fully human and fully God, that He was Christ and savior, that He was the son of God who died for me personally on the cross washing my sins as white as snow, and that He was resurrected, thus conquering death and Satan.

READ: Who Is Jesus?

God never gave me any conditions. Instead, He sacrificed His one and only son as a symbol of His true, authentic, unconditional love for me. He said: “I love you. Come to me. Come as you are: broken, doubtful, pained, exhausted, betrayed, deceived, abused, lonely, rejected, misled, hopeless, angry… You are loved!” So, I came close. He loved on me. And He never stopped ever since. I discovered my new identity. I gained new confidence. I took steps in the new direction. And I built a new, beautiful life of peace and joy for myself. The Narcissist and I were divorced in 2017. My search for love discontinued because I discovered God’s genuine, unconditional, eternal, and zealous love for me.

Feeling Loved

I’ve come to understand God’s deep and wide love for me. Every day, I get to rest in His true, unconditional love with confidence. I never feel lonely or unloved. I feel loved, fulfilled, peaceful, joyful, whole, and content. I’m not seeking love from any humans anymore. I enjoy my love-filled life free from abuse, drama, betrayal, trauma, and manipulation. God’s love for me is enough. I am enough!

“I Am Enough!” #PoemsFromGod

As a little girl, I was brainwashed to believe 
That I needed a man in order for me to live.
That I was supposed to seek my better half,
That a husband and babies I had to have.

My true passions were formal education and self-learning.
I dreamed that one day my own money I’d be independently earning. 
I wanted to pursue knowledge and seek my own path. 
I was inspired by poetry and genuinely obsessed with math.

I was persuaded that this was all considered insane,
That womanhood was about using the body, not the brain. 
I was taught by my mom to think less and sleep around more.
I graduated from four universities but was as confused as ever before. 

I married and divorced three times only to realize 
That my worthiness doesn’t come from babies or guys.
I’m not a half of anything. I am completely whole.
The purpose of my life isn’t to get a man. It’s to have a peaceful soul. 

Today, I enjoy a simple, single, and celibate life.
I am not anyone’s girlfriend, mother, or wife.
I am an author, poet, blogger, artist, and speaker. 
Being single and celibate, I am stronger, not weaker.

I’m not confused about who I am or why I’m here anymore.
I’m living out my passion. Life now is a blessing, not a chore.
I am a two-times suicide survivor, and I’m telling you this:
You’re not a half! You are enough! You can be single and have a bliss! 

Stop searching outside of yourself for happiness and contentment!
Stop listening to others’ opinions while suffocating from resentment!
Seek your own path! Everyone’s journey is unique.
There’s a clear path for you. To find it, you must seek. 


8/26/2020 © Anna Szabo, JD, MBA

I sought God, and I found love. This love is sacred. God’s divine love fills every cell in my body, every thought throughout each day, and every move I make. I am inseparable from His deep love.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:35-39

I am inseparable from the love of God. This is true forever. I’m loved by Him for eternity, without any conditions, no matter what I do, how I perform, or how many times I fail. Nothing I can ever do can make God stop loving me. He is crazy about me. He adores me. He is pursuing me daily. He never let go of me. I am loved. I know I’m loved. I feel loved. I see how much He loves me because of my personal and intimate relationship with Him. I spend time with Him and listen to Him. He spends time with me and gives me His undivided attention.

You are loved by God. You are His special daughter. He is pursuing you. He is here for you. He is waiting to talk to you. He desires you. He wants to be with you. Can you see it? He loves you unconditionally and wants you to reach out for the gift of His deep love, accept it, take it, have it, and enjoy it. I believe in God’s love for you. Do you? If you do, memorize the Biblical affirmation I created for you below and practice it often to remember that you are loved by God deeply.

I Am Loved

I Am Loved by God  #52Devotionals

I'm loved by God unconditionally for eternity. 
For my salvation and life His Son He sacrificed. 
Nothing can take away from me this certainty:
I am inseparable from the love of Jesus Christ. 

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How does it make you feel to know that you are loved by God unconditionally for eternity no matter your performance on a daily basis? How do you feel knowing that absolutely nothing can separate you from God’s sacred love? Share with me in the comments below so I can rejoice with you. If this devotional was helpful, download my free ebook that reveals 52 things God says about you.

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