Letter to the unLovable: Trust

Dear unLovable

Fear gripped me.

Previously, this ship had promised protection. Waves now overtake my powerless vessel. Nature's fury twists what I had once trusted. Through the midnight's darkness, a form beckons me to have no fear. Trembling, I strain saltwater-filled eyes, hoping for refuge.

He claims He is Christ. Upon the water He walks, defying the storm and nature's laws. Still, I am unsure.

I cry out to test him, "Lord, if it be you..."
He bids me, "Come."

Eagerly, I step from the ship, hardly noticing the waves below.
More clearly now I see my Christ as I draw nearer still.

A bolt of lightening, a thunderous rage, churning waters beneath me- beside me- surrounding me on all sides, tempting my life: troubles fill my soul.

How can Christ help me now? Though He stand beside me, directing every wave, He has caused the billows to peak too high. In a moment, overtaken I will be. Away from Christ, I turn my gaze.

Without Him, my fears came to pass. The waves, with cruel and furious vengeance begin to swallow- consume me. Nothing to hold to! Nowhere to go. Nobody to turn to.

My wide and desperate eyes flash upward. My life is lost lest I choose Christ.

"Lord! Save me!"

Immediately,
He stretches forth His hand, and He holds me close to Him.

With Christ, I am far from past fear, all else forgotten save Him.
Though still surrounded by towering waves, my Christ will lead me home.
Matthew 14
Psalm 34: 17-19

P.S. you are Loved.

Letter to the unLovable: Run

Brought to the very end of myself, I have two choices. Will I believe Satan’s lies or God’s truth? Satan daily cascades me with deceit.

“You are a failure. Do you really think getting back up will keep you from falling again? Give up. Give up. Quit. Be done, you failure. Give in. Give up. Be done. Just quit.”  

Bantered, battered, scarred am I as I try to lift myself. Powerless, I am lost in defeat. Again, my trembling, bruised arms cling to the muddy ground as I try to lift myself. Now I have lifted myself several inches. Soon enough I will be running again; I can see myself racing toward the goal in a brilliance of sunlit perfection.

 “I can get up! I can do this! My arms are strong. I can do this. I can.”

 Penetrating my confident mind, the crushing noise of cracking bone fills my ears. Shards of bone slice through my arms as the impact of heavy bricks are dropped upon my back. In anguish I cry, “No more! End me now! The pain is too great. I cannot get up. I have tried countless, endless times. Must I try another time only to be crushed again?”

 In a hopeless heap of broken bone and bloody heart, I look to heaven. “God, I have tried to get up. I have tried so hard. I cannot! I am done! Finish me now. You have already brought me to the lowest degree.”

Suddenly I realize, in my own power I sought release. With my arms, I tried to lift my broken body. God showed me my weakness, made me powerless for this reason:

“2Co 12:9  And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.

 Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”

Only God can help you live victoriously. Do not rely on flesh to lift yourself.

“Lord save me!

And immediately Jesus stretched forth is hand and caught him and said unto him, “O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?”—Matthew 14:30-31

 In my crushed estate, I looked to heaven. Now the Sheppard holds his broken sheep close to his bosom. I feel the pain of brokenness, yet peace and joy fill my soul. The Lord is near.

Pro 24:16  “For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again…”

Don’t fall into the lies of Satan. Get up! Do not Give in.

Get up.

Run:

with Christ as your strength

 Hebrews 12: 1 “let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us…”

p.s. you are loved

First Letter to the unLovable

Letters to the unLovable

               I speak from the heart. I am one of you. I walk the road of loneliness. I walk the road of the forgotten. I walk the road of the broken. Though I keep my identity concealed, you can see me in the eyes of every hollow heart. Identify with me, for I will not cast cares upon you; rather, I will give you a reason to hope. Though I walk through the same shadowy forests, small rays of hope are cast down upon me. With you I will share those rays. For when one stream of light is cast in pockets of darkness, black night is illuminated and overpowered by floods of conquering Light.

                This Light I speak of does not originate within me. I received it, and the hope overflows out of me. Though I have His Light, Struggles wring me to the core. Do you love Jesus? Yes, I love Him. Do you believe in Him? Yes! I believe in Him. Truly, why would you struggle? Why would you feel defeat when He has already conquered? I refuse to pretend! I will not wear the mask of perfect hypocrisy. I know I do not struggle alone. Though at times, my heart feels hopelessly stranded. As if all those who love Jesus are without troubles and without times of falling. As if I am the only bloody soldier on the battlefield. I stand on the battlefield fighting myself, dying daily to self. After every fight that the Holy Spirit wins, my flesh is battered beyond recognition, unbearable pain inching within every part of my body. Though, when flesh takes control and gains her way, all is well, and my body lives in a thrill of fulfilled desire. My dear unLovable, feel you this way? Do you ever just want to give in? When you have been wrenched beyond recognition, and everything, everyone you knew has left you, remember my words. God. Yes, God is molding His masterpiece.

                If flesh is fulfilled, flesh is molding flesh to fulfill Satan’s desires. Pleasure upon pleasure blinds you, keeping you from God’s masterpiece plan. Once pleasure has run her course, and time has slowly wisped away, destruction brings you to the dust. In pain, do not despair. God is molding you. “Old things have passed away, behold all things are become new.” Every day that you die to self and yield to God, He is molding a masterpiece.

2Ti 2:3-4

 “ Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.”

                P.S. You are Loved.