A Home for the Hurting

I would like to write a few thoughts on the depth of love our incredible Father has for us. Can I just say how much His love has changed my life? I mean, to be able to say with your mouth about His love is one thing, but when He has completely all together changed the INSIDE of you, there seems to be a validity to what otherwise would be just words. Oh to know fully His unending tenderness, His unyielding passion and adoration towards us, and His words that can pierce any broken or hurting heart and bring healing. What can one do but cry a million tears at the feet of this beautiful God. Only to feel His gentle hand wipe away every one. He is a servant. Not to the rich or the powerful, but to the broken. To the hurting. To the poor. To those in need of someone to care for them. It is to this one that He opens wide His heart, extends His embrace of endless love, and holds them close to Him until every wound is completely covered and healed by the words of one who understands exactly where we have been, what we have been through, and where we are going. He has prepared a home for us in His heart. He offers a home to the one who has never had another speak kindly to them, the one who has never known a safe place, and to the one whose trust has been broken again and again. It is in His heart that we find who we are -- that we are truly loved and wanted by another. He brings value to us, sets His seal of ownership on us, and has said with all the authority that is in His Kingship that WE ARE HIS. In a world where most are trying to find a place to belong, He beckons us to come and drink freely of the endless supply of healing, love, and acceptance. This is what He loves to do - take the broken places in our lives and gently redeem every part. He sees us differently and calls us by a new name -- no longer forsaken or forgotten, but completely covered in the shelter of this home he has made for you and I. And all we have to do is come, let our guard down, open up our hearts, and let Him take His place in our hearts. There is absolutely not a trace of fear in His love.

Another school year has started and I am struck again by His heart for the children. As I see such pain in their eyes, I know there is One whose smile can bring joy to the sadness they are carrying. The Father will bring justice to them. I am desperate to have His healing hands heal through mine, His eyes of love shine through mine, and His joy abound through me. For I am not much different, really. Just a girl who happened to stumble upon a God who said I was special, valuable, and different than what others had spoken over my life. Oh to be one that carrys His love on the earth.