Their words hit the mark.
In my mind I heard the age old taunt:
Sticks and stones…
There are no broken bones,
But the scars are much worse
My “friends” surround me like a pack of wolves,
Eager for my despair.
In that moment I know I am nothing.
Have you been here?
I have looked in the mirror and seen ugly.
Walked down the crowded hallway in a robe of loneliness.
And just when I thought that my worth hinged on the words others spoke,
there was this:
See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! (1 John 3:1)
A Child of a King.
Adopted and loved inspite of all of my scars.
Knowing who I was he still chose…me.
And suddenly I am
You are loved, my friend.
You are loved.
We have all felt alone and unloved. I’d love for you to share a moment when the love of God was so real to you. Leave a comment below for me. 🙂