A letter: To those who are labeling

Death and life are in the power of the tongue. You do not realize the power of your words. You don't notice how your condescending tone and attitude crush the ones you are speaking to. You don't see the label that you give someone has a huge impact on their life and their destiny. You think that they can take it; maybe even that its good for them every once in a while. You don't know that you are literally speaking death to their soul and I hate it! I don't hate you, but I hate the ignorance you are living in. I hate the lack of love you obviously have for them. I hate that you don't value them.

Stop pronouncing death on others and start pronouncing life! You say I live in your heart. You say you love. Prove it! Because I don't speak death, I am not even capable of it. I came to bring life, and life more abundantly!

Please child, examine your heart. But don't just go off and try harder. You need more of me. You simply cutting out negative comments and inserting positive ones very quickly becomes self motivation and self righteousness. We don't need any more Pharisees. People need me, Anything besides me is self righteousness and I will not accept it.

Repentance.

Brokenness.

Humility.

I accept these.

Please do not think that I don't accept you or love you, because I do! But your behavior and unloving ways, those I cannot accept.

I am the way the truth and the life...

Think LIFE

Live LIFE

Speak LIFE

~A letter

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?

~My dear daughter

My dear Daughter,
  
  I am for you. I stand ready, willing and completely able to help you overcome your struggles.
You don't realize the many times when you are facing temptations, I am there cheering you on towards victory. I cry too when you fail and fall back into sin, but I am always, always there encouraging you to stand and try again. I love you and have great plans for you. Believe that and live like you believe it!
   
   Love,
Your Heavenly Father 

~Your Heavenly Father

My dear daughter,
  You can trust me. I want to take care of you. I want to protect you, but you have to allow me to. There is no one out there who loves you more than I do, or who can fill your heart to overflowing. I can't promise that life will be easy, but I can promise to carry you when you feel you can't go on.
 When your eyes are completely focused on me you will not fall because my hand will be guiding your steps. You will not fail because my grace is sufficient. You will not be alone because I will never leave you or forsake you.
                                                     Trust me,
                                         Your Heavenly Father

I will trust in You, Jesus

For You are my King

I will trust in You Jesus

Ruler over everything

You are faithful to Your promises

You work all things for good

I will trust, I will choose to trust in You

song by Rachel Busenitz

~Your Heavenly Father

My Dear Child,
  I love you. Do you know that? Sometimes I have to wonder. Like when you look at yourself in the mirror and frown at the reflection. Or when you mess up on something and call yourself names. Do you realize I made you? I created you? I love you? And I glory in you even with your failures! I gave you your strengths to bless others with. But I also gave you weaknesses so that they will reveal your need for me and point you to me. I want to be your strong tower, your refuge! I love how I have made you! I never make mistakes. So can you trust that I have made you just right? Can you thank me for it?
  Love,
Your Heavenly Father

~I am here for you

(Photo credit: Tashia)

My Dearest Daughter,
  I am here for you. When you have no one to talk to, I am here. When you have no one to spend time with, I am here. When you feel alone, I am here. I will not turn my back on you for I have promised to always do you good. (Jeremiah 32:40-41)
  My daughter, I only want what is best for you. Please keep seeking me and I will reveal my will to you – in my time.
  Love your Heavenly Father

~Your Heavenly Father

Postmarked - Today and forever

  My Dearest Daughter,
  
  I want to tell you how much I truly love you and wish that you would return my love. I wait for you. All day if I have to, but O how it hurts when you don't come! Some days we spend long hours together in conversation, while other days you merely give me a nod of recognition.
  Daughter, where is your heart today? (I ask for your sake. I already know.) If it was in me, you would not have yelled at your sibling or given that look of disgust to the immodestly dressed girl you passed on the street. If your heart had been focused on me you would have seen that your sibling was only trying to help and that girl on the street? She has never had love and protection from a father. She has not yet found me either. Why do you think I had her cross your path?
  Give me your heart child. You think you have, but I can see into the corners where you are still holding on tightly to a few reserved pieces; afraid to let me take full control.
   Daughter, please trust me.

Love,
Your heavenly Father