You know who you are.
You who have fallen and are too wounded to pick yourself up. You read silently. Coming to find hope from someone who made it out. A lot of you write me, but I know most of you just read.
I prayed for you tonight. And I know how to pray for you. I’ve been there. I know how dark the night can get. I know the relentless voices that won’t let you sleep. The accusations. I know what they say. And I know that you’re running out of the strength to not believe them.
You may not be able to trust this now, but those wolves circling you…they’re lying. All of those horrible things they’re shrieking into your soul every second of every day…they’re lies. You’ve given your flesh a voice. That’s all. That’s what sin does, it turns up the volume to a tune that is dead. That’s what you hear. Voices from the grave.
The only thing that’s true is that He will never leave you. He will never let you go. You have not lost Him. You just got lost.
Hope. That’s what I’m trying to give you. Hang on. We’ll hang on with you. You can’t see us, but we’re here. Me and the others who know what I’m talking about.
Yes, you messed up. You don’t have to explain. We don’t care and neither does He.
I am a Christian who has been painfully branded with Grace. I have a Love from my Father that floods my spirit beyond capacity and I am completely taken over by the urgency to Love you. I am consumed by the burning to shower you with the same Grace that He showered me with. And it’s real.
He knows what they’re doing to you. He can hear them. And He’s hears your cries, too.
Can you hear that sound? That’s Him running.
He’s running to you.
I’m welling up inside. I’m bursting at the seams because I know what He’s going to do.
The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears.
The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountains shook; they trembled because he was angry. Smoke rose from his nostrils; consuming fire came from his mouth, burning coals blazed out of it.
He parted the heavens and came down; dark clouds were under his feet. …The LORD thundered from heaven; the voice of the Most High resounded. He shot his arrows and scattered the enemies, great bolts of lightning and routed them.
…He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. …He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me. -excerpts from Psalm 18 NIV