"You are my strength, strength like no other. Reaches to me"

I was asked today, how do i know that God is real in my life?
I typed quite abit of reply. However now i do feel that one line for an answer to that question, would be sufficient enough.

'Cause i am loved.

It is when i am with my family, i feel His love.
When i am with my friends, i see His love.
When i am at work, it's His love working in me.
When i go back home to sleep at night, His love surrounds me.

Jesus looks past our physical appearances, looks past our social statuses, looks past our circumstances and loves us all the same, loves us for who we are.
So much that even when he stumbled, tripped, when the cross was too heavy, the wood scarring the skin on his back under the scorching hot sun, amidst all the jeers and the loud curses and shoving by the crowd, it was our names that made Him continue on that road. Our names that were on His mind. It was His love for us that made Him lie on that cross, and His desire for us when he suppressed or maybe ignored the pain as the nails dug thru' His hands and His feet.

I was asked before, why don't i just become a nun?
I typed quite abit of reply. However now i do feel that one line for an answer to that question, would be sufficient enough.

I don't have to be a nun, before i can show the world, that it is Jesus I love.