She hears those all too
familiar words.
Those words that belittle
her,
They discourage her,
Curse her,
They come from the voice
of her father,
From the voice of her
uncle,
Her step dad,
her grandfather.
They tell her that she
will never amount to anything
They tell her that she is
no good.
She's worthless
Lazy
Ugly
She believes them.
That little girl grows up
with such a pain in her heart from the words that have cut way too deep.
She knows the reasons why
she has issues with relationships.
With trust.
With life.
She doesn't know how to
fix what has been broken inside her,
how do you erase decades
of negativity,
brainwashing,
depression.
She believes she's all too
blessed to have at least had God even in those days.
She knows there are others
out there, in the same situations she was in, who don’t have Him at all.
How hopeless they must
feel,
How desperate,
How sad.
She imagines a God, with
His arms wrapped around her as she lies in a pool of her own tears falling
asleep at night.
She imagines a God
standing next to her as she receives those words of hate, of darkness, and of
death...
She imagines him there...
whispering in her ear words of love, of light, and of life.
He tells her that she is
beautiful, she is wonderfully made.
He tells her that she is
loved beyond any measurements of this world.
He tells her that she can
be all that he has called her to be
He will lavish her with
sweet nothings, but will she open her ears to hear?
Will she open the book,
the book of letters that He has written especially for her?
Will she see... what's
there in black and white?
His love can cover a
multitude of sins,
A multitude of hurts,
Of the past that is no
more.
Open yourself and receive,
All the Grace he so
mercifully gives.
Grace that washes away the
pain
Grace that covers those
deep wounds like a soothing balm.
He gives it freely.
Come and receive.
Let the Word of the Lord wrap you in a sweet embrace.
