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I have a burden on my heart, and I know it was put there by the Holy Spirit. My heart aches, and I don’t know the right words. I cannot figure out how to pour the burden onto paper and how to lay my heartache down so all can see. So, I pray that the Holy Spirit moves, and that He guides my thoughts and words.
The Lost
You do not know you are lost; lost isn’t even the right word. You walked away from the church for countless legitimate reasons the hurt became too much. The judgment was too costly, the rejection too real, the generational curse too heavy, and you walked away. Some just from church, but some walked away from God when the hurt toppled the fairytale, real-life cut deeper; and the bandages of the church felt superficial.
You are not lost; you are missing.
I see you!
I hear the frustration in your voice; the lonely burden of the rejection of not being enough pushed you into exile. I do not know your pain, or your burden, or your plight, and we have likely never met, but I see you, and I miss you! I am sorry for the way you were treated by fellow Christians. How you felt all alone in a sea of smiling faces. How disappointment crushed your hope and broke your faith. You are not alone, and you are loved. Not just by the flawed human scribbling thoughts onto a page.
You are loved beyond measure by Your creator.
He never rejected you, even if it felt that way.
He eagerly awaits your return, and so do I.
We need you.
Will you rise, toss the pain, disappointment, rejection, or anger at the altar and try again? The church is filled with broken people who can and should do better. I am sorry for how you were treated.
Please come back; I have saved you a seat.
Love me.