A letter from a girl who’s seriously in love with God.
Dear Heavenly Father,
I love how You love me enough to let me fall.
To allow me to slide down the ravines of life, again & again, trying to climb up on my own…injuring myself badly, only to finally be desperate enough to look up.
There You are. Your hands stretched out to me. Ever ready to pull me out. Your arm opens, ever ready to hold me in them and embrace me. “You are safe, you are safe, hush child, shh… you are safe.”
Your assurance. You are always here.
I love how You broke me into pieces, this child of Yours whom You’ve created.
And with pain in Your heart, You watched me as I destroy my own life and crumbles.
Didn’t know who You are. Ridiculing You. Arrogantly declaring I have no need for You in my life. I denied You. I denied Your existence.
Yet. Patiently, You’ve waited for me to come home.
And boy. Did I run home. Did I run as hard as I could to Your arms. Crying, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Father for all that I’ve done. I’m sorry. I ask for Your forgiveness even when You had forgiven every-single-thing-I’d-done-that-breaks-Your-heart.
Thank You, Father. Thank you for breaking me.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for there is the Kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
You are blessed when you get your inside world- your mind and heart – put right. Then, you can see God in the outside world.
Lord, I’m amazed by You, how You love me.