So my friend, the one I’ve never met, embrace whom God created you to be and run passionately after Him. Let Him inspire you to start living again, knowing that this world is temporary and we weren’t meant to be fulfilled here. Let Him fill you with His love so you can radiate His joy to others. Let Him set you free from the drudgery of the mundane and let Him quench your thirst. Let God, the author of your life, be the author of your dreams.ĭon’t be afraid to step out in faith and boldness, to change your life and become who God is challenging you to be. He created you to pursue Him with a passion you can’t fully grasp, but to seek Him and have Him meet you where you are. God has put a longing for more inside of you and He created you to thirst for Him, not for things of this world. You were created to live empowered by Him and to be bold in your everyday life, even in the scrubbing and in the cleaning, doing it out of thanksgiving for the life He has blessed you with. God has placed adventure on your heart and a cry for more of life on your tongue. There is hope on your journey and in the everyday mundane. Your path in life is not a mistake and your life has meaning, even if you don’t see it. You don’t have to live defeated and you can dare to dream again. While life has been unexpected and harsh at times, you were made to thrive, to grab a hold of each new day and live it to the fullest. I know you wonder if your prime has passed and what your purpose is, but it’s not too late for you. I know you once had big dreams but now, after all this time, aren’t sure who you are or where to go. I know that you long for freedom from your burdens, to be free from the guilt of wanting more than your situation allows. I know that you have needs and longings of the heart that go unfulfilled because you are taking care of others. I know that you scrub toilets, cook dinner and mop floors, just to do it all again the next day. I know you burn the candle at both ends, never fully getting quality sleep, just to get up and hit the ground running. You silently serve others, not needing the cheer of a crowd or even your family to keep going. I know that you tirelessly work your fingers to the bone, often with no recognition or praise. “Friend, I know that life is overwhelming and oh, so hurried. You beckoned for encouragement and I knew just what I would say if given the chance. There was so much I wanted to say, yet didn’t know how to bridge a gap between two strangers. You looked joyless and hopeless, longing for comfort from the life you lead.įor a fleeting moment I wanted to reach out and ease your pain. Your eyes, which probably once were merry and bright, were lackluster and dull. While it was true that you could use a makeover from head to toe, it wasn’t your clothes that caught my eye, it was your demeanor that had me riveted.įrom the furrowed brow to the frown lines creasing your face, you looked worn out, exhausted, and beat-up by life. Your face was devoid of makeup and it looked as though your clothes were plucked off the bathroom floor. Your hair, although windblown, was greasy and in need of TLC. You were hunched over, your tattered sweater wrapped around you for warmth, obviously regretting the choice to leave without a jacket. Rushing into the store, I saw you out of the corner of my eye. My errand list was a mile long and I was dreaming of a steaming cup of coffee and a warm blanket. It was a blustery fall day, one where the leaves zip past and dance to the rhythm of a wind that chills to the bone.
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