I couldn't stop thinking about y'alls comments to the post Unlovable. I get the sense the question, "am I lovable?" weighs heavy on your heart. It tethers you to the negative train of thought. Which is a mighty big train to jump off, huh? My heart hurts with and for you sweet friend. I'm so sorry.
Often, I have wished I could hug people so tightly that Jesus' love in me would ink out, spilling onto them, bathing them in His lavish love. If only that were possible...
Instead I hug with words. I say prayers. I listen to pains. All in the hopes that Jesus' love lathers on, rich and pure, delightful and wholly.
I use other's words as well. Words such as Pete Wilson's.
To be honest, I've never met Pete. Never heard of him before a re-tweet I read today. Glancing through his blog, a pair of beautiful brown eyes arrested my heart. Puja's eyes. I had to read more...
I hope you will too. Because I would gander though your story is in many ways far removed from Puja's, it's also fairly similar.
Pete leads us in a tenderly powerful prayer. Would you please pray with him for Puja? And then repeat that prayer for yourself?
I'm saying it for Puja... for me... for you too. Because He loves you. Because you are lovable. Amen.