And maybe when you willingly sacrifice yourself, when you willingly share your vulnerability and imperfection, when you willingly entrust your heart in someone’s hands—that’s when you experience real love.
Know that you are loved. Know that you are strong. Know that you are beautiful and wonderful and complex and made by a God who will never leave or forsake you, no matter how much you push Him away.
I wish you enough love, enough life, enough purpose, enough brokenness, enough wholeness, so that your life is imperfect and beautiful and blessed.
Love is not perfection. In fact, it is everything but.
I need you.
I want to tell you I love you, but I won’t.
But the beauty about freefall, is in that moment, you find your wings.
Because weakness is like anything in this life – fleeting.
Lord, I need you. I need your grace. I need your forgiveness. I need your love to lift this heavy weight from my shoulders and help me begin again.
For hurting you. You haven’t been easy on this body, this brain, this soul.