True love is our hope. God sees it all. He sees our sin. He sees our wounds and the ways we have mishandled our hearts. He sees our lack of trust in Him and our longing to trust in Him more. He is well-acquainted with our fallen nature. And amid all our messiness God says to us,
You are lovely.
Do not hide your face from me.
Come to me.
I love you.
Let me heal you.
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Dear heart,
There is hope.
Whether or not you feel it.
It is there as surely as the sunrise.
There is healing.
There is life.
For you.
For me.
For all of us.
This tale is about to take a wonderful turn…
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…in His time.
Lord, pierce my heart so that my tears of penitence and love will be my bread day and night. May I be converted entirely to Thee; may my heart be Thy perpetual habitation; may my conversation be pleasing to Thee; and my the end of my life be so praiseworthy that I may merit heaven and there with Thy saints, praise Thee forever. Amen.
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