You can't hold whats not in your hand...

Lets say it out, the stuff that screams on anyway when we refuse to shout.

Let her live.

Let her live again.
Let her breathe.
If she cries, let her cry.
The questions? Speak them out.
Say them loud.
Let her talk.
Pick her up. Lift her up.
Look at her face.
In her eyes.
Clean her off.
The shit, clean it off.
Take her hand. Take her home.
She needs a home.
You need a home.
Double lock the doors.
Let her hide the key.
It’s what she needs.
Let her breathe. Let her feel.
She needs to feel.
You need to feel for her. For you.
Lift her head and wash her hair.
Her red raw eyes…
They’ve seen too much.
Her young skin…
Its known too much.
If she cries, let her cry.
If she screams, you know why.
It’s what she needs.
Not who she is.
The brokenness fills her up
But it’s not all that she is.
Let her live again.
Let her breathe.
It’s what she needs.

It’s what you need.

Survival isn’t enough

There’s this urgency I feel inside that I just can’t shake. I’ve never felt it so strong as I do now.
Its the desire to show people the God that I’ve met, to share with them the very little I’ve seen and to know how even that, changes every little thing.
To find the hopeless and the undesirable, the disillusioned and the down and out…and lead them to the heart of the one who loves without exception.

I’m familiar with the ache, that overwhelming sting. that hollow pain that stalks the silence when all the noises and distractions start to fade into the background.
I spent years running hard and fast (even in the good times) not always sure what it was I wanted to escape - but convinced that unless I ran, my world would fall apart, that I’d realise just how shit things can get.

When rejection and abuse and mistrust and disappointment confuse all that you see.
When life has lost its wonder, to make way for this world’s reality that paves the streets and breaks the spirit of the innocent.
When you have everything and everyone you ever wanted, but still its not nearly enough.
When the desires of the rich minority out weigh the desperation of the dying children majority…
Life can seem hell.

But there’s two very different sides to what it is that’s goin on.
So often, and especially for those who’ve not met God - all that’s evident is the suffering and the mess.
But I promise you, i PROMISE you…God is not a myth, He’s not a complacent, unfeeling spectator so wrapped up in His power that He never looks your way.
He isn’t uninterested or disconnected from what it is you feel, who it is you are…how it is you hurt.

He welcomes your questions, your doubts…because it gives him a chance to let you know He’s there, to meet you where you’re at. Where ever you are at!!
He is big enough to hear your anger, to tell Him all the ways you wish He would have stepped in…because then the God of all comfort can come along side you, and do just that - comfort.

I’m not the preaching kind. I cringe at most of the tv evangelists, I struggle with church a lot of the time, I’ve been stung by religion countless times and judged by christians…so hear my heart on this. I don’t use the word Love offhand.

When there’s nothing else left - give Him a chance.
You’ve nothing to lose if I’m wrong, but plenty to gain if I’m right.
I’m passionate about God because I’ve met Him. Because He’s rebuilt for me a life that was nothing more than rubble. He loved me back to life.
He’s been there when I was at my lowest…when I was the bad guy and deserved nothing but contempt. When numbness drove me demented and made me want out for good, He was there.
He put in my path people to reach me and help me heal. who refused to give up or to count me as a lost cause…no matter how hard I pushed them away or rebelled.
He did what it took to reach me, and He’ll do the same for you.

I’ve seen Him turn countless lives around, save people from addiction, abuse, depression, eating disorders. From shame, self hate. From cults.
I’ve seen Him do miracles, turn the hopeless situation into a prayer answered - time and time again!
I know people who’ve survived some of the most horrific trauma you could imagine…who’ve done more than just survive.

Survival isn’t enough. Not even nearly.

Its time to live again, Maybe even for the first time. Don’t do what I did, and wait for years before reaching out for help.
Its time to be free from all the pain and the dull ache you’re swamped with every single day.
And if you’ve not been able to do that on your own, trust Him…

You’re worth more that this xx