I’m a feeler. And I think anyone who knows me well knows that. For the past year, I’ve actually been working on taking things that people say and do to me not so personally. A wise man once told me that virtue is always in the middle.
This week I received some extremely encouraging and loving emails thanking me for my blog. Please always know that I fight Him with love is fueled by the Holy Spirit. This is His work. Please thank Him for His inspiration if my words inspire you.
Those thank you emails did cause me to reflect on the birth of Made in His Image, something I really needed to do. It’s not mine – it’s His. I have simply tried to respond to the desire and grace He has put in my heart. Often times I shutter at how poor of a job I do, but with each new sunrise and Holy Communion comes a chance to begin again. A chance to throw myself into the arms of the Father and ask Him for the grace to respond with courage and strength to what He is asking of me. Because while there are times that I bust out 6 miles in record time because I’m so excited for this ministry, at other times it’s scary.
I have always been different from my siblings. I work two jobs to support myself and this work right now until I get approved for some grants. Sometimes I get really tired and the devil tempts me all the time that I’m making the wrong choice. But I trust in my Father’s gentle love, peace and reassurance. I know He wants this. This is for Him. This is for the girls who need to know their worth and their cherished dignity as a daughter of God. This is for the girl who sees her self-worth through a number on a scale. This is for the college athlete who needs to try harder to honor God with his or her athletic ability. This is for the college student whose hope has run dry. This is for the young girl who has nightmares of traumatic events and still locks her door at night because of fear. This is for the girl who has scars on her body from abuse and even deeper scars on the inside. This is for the woman who just heard the words from her boyfriend “I’m addicted to pornography.” This is for you, because I love you. I love you with every ounce of my sensitive heart. And I will not stop until you know the Father’s love, until you feel His gentle arms around you saying, “you are my child and I love you not because of what you do, but because you are mine.”