There is a story to be told. I feel it. Like a memory so faint you wonder if it happened at all. What is it? Will telling the story let the voice out? The voice that is crying in my soul?
A whisper…a stirring…
To give a voice to the hurting to the wounded ones that wound others. To the truth seekers.. who strive to find the truth amidst the lies. To the downtrodden who believe there is no way out. To the hopeless to show them the way to Jesus who is their only hope.
I believe the story to be told is one of redemption. Redemption of my heart and soul and your heart and soul…Redemption: The action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt.
I need to be redeemed because I am a captive. A captive in my own mind. Surrounded by lies.
Lies all around me whispering…you’re not good enough, no one wants you, you’re stupid, fat and worthless. Everyone else is better, more exciting, smarter, better looking and frankly we would all rather be with them. Lies….
It’s all lies because God says… “I love you, you are exactly who I created you to be because I have a plan for your life. I will be with you. I will never leave you and you will never be alone. You are plenty good enough. You are my child”
I am a child of God…God is the king. So what does that make me? Well for one thing… it makes me good enough. Not because of something I have done but in spite of the things I do. It makes me so valuable that the king of kings sent his only son to die for me on the cross. A horrible death.
THAT is the truth, the truth that breaks the power of the lies in my ear.