You see my love for you. Those things you need, I provide through the hands of others. Those things you want, I provide by those who love me. You want to be seen, loved, helped, encouraged and told that you matter. I Give you this and more. I welcome you into my arms. I look forward to your smile, your hugs, the sharing of your heart with me. I look forward to hearing about your day, week, family, dreams, and hopes. I look forward to being with you.
When you ask to be alone, I give you space. Even when you do not see me, I continue to love you and pray for you, and watch over you, but I will not force my will upon you.
You say you are alone and will fix things on your own. You say you do not need “church” or to be with “christian hypocrites.” I get it. I also hate hypocrisy. I will not force you to join me. I only offer an invitation to receive my love.
And still … I look for you on Sunday. I desire to be with you. Perhaps one day you will come to me as you are: broken, shamed, embarrassed, and desperate for wholeness and healing. This is how all come to me. When you do, I will welcome you without judgment.
I get you. I know how it feels to be rejected, forgotten, and despised. I see your pain and cry for you.
On the cross, I cried out:
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me? Why are you so far from my words of groaning? I cry out by day, but you do not answer. I cry out by night, but you do not answer. I am in trouble and no one helps. Hear me, Father!”
The Father and I hear you!