A few days ago I uncovered a journal from two years ago. I read through my prayers, my fears, the words God had spoken into me and everything else. I came across an entry that stopped me. And spoke truth into me again. Today, I just wanted to share that with you. It’s my story. And it might be yours, too.
Out of the pit He rescued me.
When I didn’t know I needed it.
Love written on His strong arms.
Approaching me when I wanted nothing of the sort.
And yet my soul laid bare crying out.
Because He knew.
And He loved.
Even though my worthless self thought I was better.
Thought I was good.
Thought I was fine.
Thought I had no need.
Though reality painted a far different picture.
Until I would turn.
Until I could turn.
Until I looked to see the filthy rags I had tried to pawn off as beautiful.
Truth greeted me again.
Ripping to shreds the lies I had held dear.
Exchanging lies for hope He came.