Five minutes. Forgetting about perfect. No back spacing. No spell check. Just writing.
She wanted to believe it was true. She wanted to know it in her heart, in a way that she could live it. She just could not seem to grasp that she was completely accepted and that she did not have to do one thing to earn God's approval. It didn't make sense to her. She faced failure everyday. I didn't pray long enough. I was selfish. I lost my patience. My home isn't clean enough. I'm a bad Christian, friend, sister, daughter, mother, wife. It played over and over in her head. Her journal was full of I'm sorrys, please forgive me, and promises to do better. It's the way she grew up. Behave the right way, say the right thing and you will be loved. It's hard to unlearn some things. Her greatest fear was rejection so she worked hard to please and never to disappoint. She didn't know even know what it was like to be real. Then somebody told her that God was not disappointed in her because He never had illusions about her in the first place. Light snuck through the cracks of her weary heart and she discovered that the truth really does make free. Indeed. Hope began to rise in her heart that she was loved more than she knew. She began to learn that she had value, not because of how she behaved, but because of Who she belonged to. Because simply behaving had nothing to do with love. When those old thoughts tried to resurface, she saw them as they were - a lie. She knew she was completely accepted. And finally she began to live.
Click here to read what other writers wrote on today's prompt. While we're on the subject of truth - I might have gone over five minutes. I'm just going to be ok with that. Who's trying to be perfect anyway? *smile*