
Breathing in the Light
God was holding my deflated heart and unraveling body and He was promising to be everything I needed.
God was holding my deflated heart and unraveling body and He was promising to be everything I needed.
No need to ask for your share because these scars are the same as yours.
There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be serving a life sentence in prison right now. There’s also no reason why I shouldn’t be suffering from some incurable disease. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be poor, destitute, and lonely.
The rough, splintered wood scraped against her neck, raw and bleeding. Unable to take another step, she gave in to the weight of her crosspiece, allowing it to push her to the ground.
Love doesn’t think of its own, it doesn’t keep a record of wrongs, and it doesn’t pile a heap of expectations upon the recipient. But what love does do is require sacrifice from the giver. Baked into the act of love is pain.
We must not condone violence of any kind, we must not condone racism or injustice of any kind, but we must also not condone cold and unsympathetic hearts as we try and navigate this moment. We must repent, and do the hard work of sympathizing with the other.
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