Sometimes God wakes me up in the middle of the night to remind me of you. Yes, you. The girl reading this right now.
With a gentle tap on my heart He’ll say, “I want you to share this with her.”
And if I’m being honest, sometimes it seems hard and tedious and scary. Sometimes I doubt you’ll care. Sometimes I fear your judgement. Sometimes I find myself as Moses was, pleading with God over my inadequacy and lack of eloquence.
But then He will whisper again:
“Remember when you were her? Remember how it felt? Remember how desperately you needed those words? Remember?”
And with that soft reminder, the flutter in my heart for you will return.
I write these posts for you, sweet girl.
I write because I know life is hard and that it hurts. I write because I remember what desperation and loneliness feels like. I write because sometimes it’s all I can do to settle my own soul. I write because God has broken my heart for you.
I write because He asks me to.
So to you, I want to say: thank you for reading. I pray you find pieces of Jesus here.
And to my sweet Savior, I ask: please let my words be few.