A few weeks ago I sat in church wondering if God was going to do his thing again and tell me what I needed to hear.
(I guess someday I'll stop wondering and realize that's kinda how he rolls)
Long story short… He nailed it.
Except I don't think this was just for me… But I have no idea how, or even if, it will ever get to the person I wish so badly could hear it. We barely got a chance to know each other but you're still on my mind.
So on the off chance that you ever see this, I hope you listen.
Because I know you hold yourself accountable for things you've done, and I know you've had a hard time reconciling that with yourself - that the old you was creeping and and threatening who you want to be.
And I hope you know there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. There is always hope. There is always redemption.
There is always, always, always forgiveness.
And there is so much beauty in the brokenness.
And then… Oh man, then a couple weeks later…
This is the one that knocked me down and wrecked me… The promise of hope is a promise made to all of us. Regardless of our past, that hope is real and that hope is coming.
Whether or not any of us deserve happiness, or any of the good things that find their way to us, isn't really the point…
Because that's grace. That's how grace works. He made it that way.
I hope you always know that grace is yours, no matter what.
He sees past anything you've ever done and loves you just the same.
Maybe this is silly, but so be it… I hope it gets to who needs it.