I ran across this poem tonight:
I love you not only for what you are,
but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,
but for what you are making of me.
I love you for that part of me you bring out.
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I doubt seriously the author was thinking of Jesus when she penned it but it made me think of Him, with a few modifications.
He loves us in spite of who we are and what we’ve done. We love Him for what He is doing in and through us. And we love Him most for what He did for us.
John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.