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.