Thursday, December 29, 2011

Tell me your story, show me your wounds, and I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you

I've had some conversations lately that have gotten me to think about love... and again I can only say that it's the only thing that makes life make sense to me.

It kills me when people believe they are unworthy of love. I mean, I get it. There are times that I feel that way myself. But that's heartbreaking. There is not a single person that is unworthy of love. No matter what they've done or what they didn't do, no matter where they've been. Everyone deserves love. Every. One. 

We live believing we need to hide our flaws, our brokenness, our tragedies, our missteps... and all that does is build up walls around who we are... it keeps us from being truly known. Granted, it's terrifying to be vulnerable, as we run the risk of being rejected and hurt some more, but there's also the opportunity to be loved for who. we. are. 

I feel like a hypocrite, because there are some things I definitely don't want other people to know about me... I'm just as flawed as anyone else. I get angry, I'm selfish, I'm absurd, and I make stupid decisions sometimes. And I forget to forgive myself for being broken. I sometimes forget that my mistakes, no matter what they may be, are never enough to warrant me undeserving of love. I'm dumb. I get it. But just as much as I don't see it for myself, I can see it for others. I hear someone mention feeling inadequate, unworthy, broken, etc., and I just want to take them in my arms and transfer the knowledge that they are so. beautiful. and lovable straight into their hearts. I know I can't fix anything, but I want them to see what I can see in them. I want them to be able to see the beauty of their soul. I want to hear their stories and show them they are loved anyway. I want to show them they are worthy of happiness, that they deserve goodness.

Sometimes I wonder... what exactly does Love Himself see? If I'm allowed to see such beauty and goodness with my broken capacity to love, how much more beautiful is God's vision of our broken selves? And how much more heartbreaking is it to see such stunning children disbelieve their own worth?

In any case, no matter where you have been, no matter what you have done, no matter what gifts you don't possess and others do, no matter what your flaws may be: you are beautiful and worthy of love. You. Are. Loved.


  1. You are such a beautiful soul. Augh, I just melt every time I read your posts. <3

  2. I totally agree. I am often one of the most personally rigid people when I look at myself, but all the same feel the need to "hold the mirror" to the beauty in people they often overlook or disregard. Many people have held the mirror up to me, so I feel the need to spread that love I have been shown... and beauty often comes out of what seems broken, every mistake or fall a blessed chance to learn about one's own self, about the grace of others who held you up so courageously even when I fought like a tiger trying to prove I was never worth the effort. Safe to say I was wrong on most of those occasions, and let's say will be wrong on many more lol. I love you and often look up to that strong heart of yours <3