Have you ever felt like this chair? I have. Broken. I ignored my brokeness. Thinking that if I just kept cruizing along that the bits that fell off would not be noticed.
Then BAM! I found that I lost a few too many pieces. And I was hanging on by a nail.
This is when I realized I did not have any real answers and this scared me. So I turned to Jesus and asked tentatively, "I need help. Can you help me?" While asking I wondered if He would reject my fumbling foolish ways and in doing so... reject me.
He didn't.
I was embraced. Loved. Cared for. And gently spoken too.
What is this?!? Perhaps it's a ____? You fill in the blank. For I know you have been in similar places of brokeness.
Do you keep it a secret? Hope that know one will find out? Think: If "they" don't find out then I'm safe.
Or have you gone to someone about a place of brokeness? Did you find help or judgement? Healing or hurt?
My friend Jesus, He meets you where you are. Loves you. Tends to your woundness. Gently speaks words of healing to your hurting heart. And gives you a new way of living.
In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost. -Matthew 18: 14
You are only one pray from a loving home, where you are missed.
Go back home, just the way you are. Don't walk. Run! He'll meet you with wide open arms. His name is Jesus.
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