Dear You,
Truthfully, I donβt even know how to start this, but there's a nudge in my spirit to share this, maybe because my heart still feels like itβs bleeding in places I thought had healed. I wish I could tell you Iβm writing this from a place of perfect peace and clarity, but Iβm not even close to that, but Iβm writing this from the middle, from the ache, from that space where nothing makes sense anymore.
You may want to ask me, have I prayed, fasted, spoken words of affirmation in faith and done everything right? Yes, I have but still, there's an absolute silence, stillness and stagnancy that feels like punishment.
And it's in these moments, the enemy whispers: βYouβre doing something wrong, Godβs not listening, this must not be your calling.β
But then, one night, with no more strength to perform or pretend, I did something scary, I stopped trying to fix it, stop trying to feel better, I stopped trying to say the right thing, and then I whispered, through cracked lips and a weary heart: βIβm a child of God.β
And there and then, my breakthrough came, not around me, life didnβt suddenly improve, the heartbreak didnβt disappear, but something inside me remembered, a quiet light flickered back on, a holy whisper: βI know who you are, even when you donβt, You are Mine. You are still becoming, even in the breaking.β
We live in a world that glorifies productivity and proof, goodness and achievements, and success and growth, but truthfully, your identity was never about what you do, or what you feel, or what you say perfectly, it was always about whose you are.
And beloved, you are still Godβs.
Not because youβre strong, not because you have answers, but because youβre His.
Like the prodigal son, we often return empty, but that won't be your story because God doesnβt wait for your perfect apology. He runs to you, He embraces you and He reminds you that you are still seated in heavenly places, you're still loved, you're still chosen even with a limp, even with questions, even when the tears have dried and your hands wonβt lift in worship.
So, if this is you today:
πΉKeep saying to yourself : βeven when I'm unsure, I am still God'sβ
Remember, through it all, you are not forgotten in the in between.
Sometimes the boldest faith is not in declarations, not in moving on, not in fixing it all, but in the quiet identity, in staying rooted and in holding unto the truth that never shifts: βI am a child of God.β
So, dearly beloved, let those words hold you today, let them rise you above the noise of your doubts and disappointments and let them echo louder than fear, that you are still His, you are still becoming and you're still enough. And for today, that is more than enough.
Trust you gained value?
Thanks for reading!
Rita Nelson.
