To: those who feel unworthy, unloved,
and not good enough
This world has sold you a lie. Your
life is valuable. It is precious. You were made just the way you were
meant to be. You! Not some celebrity or super model. Your life has a
purpose.
I hate watching your heart crumble at
the rude comments of your peers.
I hate seeing you turn from one thing
to another in search of fulfillment and peace.
I hate the names you call yourself when
you once again can't measure up to someone else's expectations.
I hate watching you cry yourself to
sleep every night.
I hate hearing your heart wrenching
prayers to me, begging to know why I hate you, why I allow these
things, why I don't stop them.
I hate that you are so hurting and
deceived that you don't hear my reply.
I hate when you can't see my tear
stained face pleading for you to just trust me.
I hate that you can't feel my loving
kindness poured out on you. That you don't feel my embrace.
I hate that you don't know how I love
you so absolutely and completely.
I hate that you don't realize that you
are so valuable and your heart so dear to me that I willingly gave up
my own life on the cross.
You see these people may label you, but
they don't have the right to. I do! For you were made in my Father's
image. Did you ever stop to ask what I call you? Well let me tell
you. I call you:
beloved, valued,
accepted, sanctified,
redeemed,
forgiven, precious,
and blessed!
Now whose label are you going to claim?
