Does God care about me?

A Story by Elder Reeve

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I have been called a lot of things. Freak, weirdo, tool, player, hater, retard; the list goes on for a long time. I have always dealt with emotional bullies. I never really tried to fight back, I just listened to what they said and tried to ignore it. It is so easy to start thinking about what they say and to wonder if it is true. I really began to think I was a freak, weirdo, etc. It did not feel very nice.

Never before had I wondered what it is God felt about me. I wondered if he felt the same as everyone else seemed to feel. He was God, he had the final decision on who I really am, and he did create me after all.

I got down on my knees and asked God what he thought of me. Was I a weirdo? Did I smell like a gorilla? Was I a pessimist? Did I really matter to him? I honestly wanted to know what it is that he thought.

Well I got a very interesting answer, I got the answer that I was his son. A thing I had heard so many times it really just stopped having any meaning to me. The answer came when I was feeling really lonely one day. I was sitting alone in the basement, I was crying a little bit. I had given up on ever having people who would love me. I sat down and I started to play a very violent and bloody video game, just venting my frustrations. Then suddenly I got a text from my best friend. It said “hey man I love ya. Wanna hang out today?”

I had given up on anyone caring about me, I had given up on mattering to anyone. I thought that if everyone thought I was to sum it up useless than I must be useless. This timely text from my best friend though showed me that I mattered to at least one person. I asked him later what had made him want to hang out. He didn’t have a reason but I firmly believe he was inspired by my father in heaven to come and be with me. I was a teenager and did not a good job at listening to my parents (not even the heavenly ones) but he knew I would listen to my best friend. He also knew that text was from one of the most import people in my life. I am so glad God cared enough about me to give me my best friend, and that God reached out to me through him in one of my times of greatest need.