Dear Broken Girl,

I used to know a girl who loved. Loved every single second of the day.  Oh, how she loved. Deep down she hurt. She hurt mentally, emotionally and spiritually . But every day, she walked with a smile because that’s who she was. She was a dreamer, a doer, a thinker and saw the possibilities in everything that she did. She didn’t strive to be successful but rather valued. She builds others up because she knew what it felt to be torn down. She looked in the mirror with tears in her eyes and begged herself to just hold on and be strong, but she knew pain as it haunted and stared at her. She asked God to enlighten what was dark in her, strengthen what was weak in her, mend what was broken in her. Bind what was bruised, heal what was sick, and lastly revive whatever peace and love had died in her. 

To that Women I say:

Letting go isn’t to forgot, not to think about or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn’t winning and it isn’t losing, it’s not pride and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking out memories or think thoughts and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. Letting go isn’t about loss and its defeat. Truly letting go is to cherish moments and overcome and move on. It’s having an open mind and confidence in the future. Letting go is accepting. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you cry and made you grow. Letting go is having the courage to accept the change and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It’s realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy, to let go is to open a door and to clear a path and to set you FREE. You are not unwanted, you are chosen, you are not unloved, you were to die for, you are not alone, YOU are God’s. The Lord your God is with you; he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you; he will quiet you with his love. He will rejoice over you singing. –Zephaniah 3:17. I know you are broken and tired but you will find the fighter in you and you are going to move mountains and you will rise. You will rise unafraid and you will do it a thousand times. Remember one thing, Like air, YOU WILL RISE. 
Flower Heart:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Single and Saved

Image
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. –Psalm 34:18 As I was sat in church today, my brain was multi-tasking like always, listening to my Pastor in one ear, Emma-Gene in the other. I have the tendency of flipping my bible and reading the devotions that are included. As I read the devotion that my bible opened to, I knew it was meant for me and those thousands who are me. As embarrassing and scary has it is for me to say I AM SINGLE. I have never had a boyfriend. Of course, I have had those unrequited “loves” and secretly have had crushes. Like every girl, I have dreamed of getting married and having my own family. I try not to stress about it because I know that I cannot make anyone love me. Why lie, yes I have shed many, many tears: Why am I single? What is wrong with me? I have always been the good, sweet, loving, innocent girl that has been everyone’s “best friend” Although, sometimes it seems like those words are so harsh,...
Read more

Am I Enough?

Image
My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life. Psalm 119:50   If I were to tell you being at home is so relaxing and comforting, I would be lying to you. It’s the 3470136 day of staying home.   This year has been so hard for me, losing my father, change after change at work, school ending early not saying bye to my babies. 2020 is not looking so great, to say I am so over this year would be an understatement. I’ve been so caught up in not trying to mourn the loss of everything that has happened to me this year, I lost myself.    I lost the joy within myself and plastered a smile on my face to keep up with appearances and a I’m ok, burying myself in making sure everything around me was good and  drowning my sorrows in work and everything else that would keep my mind from feeling sorry for situations. I find myself wondering not when but where did the  spark go. The spark of joy, of understanding and somewhere along the way fait...
Read more