One of my greatest moments of discovery was realising that God is understanding and he also understands me.

He is understanding of my flaws. I have never heard an accusing word from him, even when I am busy condemning myself. (Maybe that’s why it is easy to tune out condemnatory sermons. They are so un-Christian). It’s like God respects mankind enough to know right from wrong. Informing us we are wrong when we already know in many cases, is belabouring the point. He’d rather discuss recovery steps.

God also understands my complexities. This is very important to me because I have always yearned to be understood; to find someone who can identify with me intimately. God truly gets me. He understands I need a lot of reassurance that I am not mad or alone or too different. So he’s constantly validating me, even in moments of deep loneliness.

The things he’s been teaching me in recent times have made me fall in love with myself all over again. I’ve become less judgmental and more accepting of myself and others.