To the girl struggling daily to live up to all of her father’s demands. Wondering if what she does will ever be enough.
-“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”
To the man standing in an empty room. Pieces of his life with her left to haunt him like the ring on the table.
-“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”
-“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”
To the man standing in an empty room. Pieces of his life with her left to haunt him like the ring on the table.
-“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”
To the woman whose tears blur the numbers at the bottom of the bill. No job. No money. Nowhere to go.
-“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”
To the woman watching the years slip by as she walks the lonely road. Wondering if there is love for her somewhere out there.
-“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”
To the child standing in the hallway, listening to his parents scream and fight. Another night of terror. A night far too normal.
-“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”
These simple words are whispered to the heart of a child in need from a God who has not forgotten. A God who is not too late. A God who sent his son to die on a cross to save us because we are worth that much to him. These words are hope. They are life to the dying. These words are true for me, and they are true for you.
“I see you. I know the pain you feel. I love you. You matter. You are worth it.”