You have a choice.

We have a choice. We have many. Some of us feel as though numerous of those choices are being taken away, slipping through the slots between our fingers. But there is one choice that is ours. One that can't be stripped from our grasp, or be decided for us by someone else. It's a choice to be alive, or to go through life having already died.

We have the choice to open our burdened hearts to the One who desires to take away the weight which keeps up enslaved.

You can choose to believe you were made in the image of perfection, stitched together with a purpose expanding beyond your imagination.

You can choose to believe that there is someone out there who loves you more in a moment than anyone could in a lifetime. Someone that, no matter what you do today, will love you even more tomorrow. This someone has been here your whole life, waiting for you to choose to love Him in return; Waiting for you to put down the armor you hold up in fear that one more fall will leave you damaged beyond repair.

You can choose to believe the words that have wounded you. Like a knife, they cut deeper and deeper each time you wonder the shadows of your mind.

You can tell yourself there is no one here to rescue you. That there is no hero to pick you out of the mess of this darkness you've sat inside of for so long. You may be convinced that this is all there is. Convinced you can simply strain to keep your head above the raging waves that hide just under the surface of your smile, threatening to drown you at any moment.. You may look at happiness as merely another thing stripped away, dangling just outside your reach.

You can choose to say, to believe these lies, or you can choose to listen to these words. You can choose to pick out the specs of light that lie just beyond your mind and overcome this darkness. Breathe in the hope of a God who has come to show you another way. You have the choice to believe that there is not only a hero, but that this hero has come, and by Him, you have already been saved.

You can choose to go to Him. To step outside of these walls you built up so long ago, to finally see the indescribable hope, the captivating love, which have both been waiting for you just on the other side of those walls.

You have the choice to embrace all that you are, rather than falling into the lie of "you are only what you've done." You have the choice to ignore the light you with hold.  You are LOVED by a God who cares for you so much that He died to save you from this emptiness you feel inside. He loves you so much that He simply waits for you to turn to Him, allowing you to have the choice.

He will wait for you as long as it may take in order for you to realize all you truly are. He will be there the day you turn your back and face Him. With arms wide open, He will embrace you. He will not see all the bad you've done, or all the bad you think you are, but He will see the good He has made you to be. He will see someone of more value than gold. He will see a prince, a princess. He will see all the extraordinary things you have yet to do. He will look at you and see the amazing future He has set out for you, and you my friend, play an irreplaceable role in that plan.
Irreplaceable.



"...My dream is hope. Hope for a new age of men and women that will love other men and women simply because they exist, because there's a God somewhere out there who sees not that they've done, but who they ARE. They are children, They are forgiven, they are BELOVED, they are His. My dream is this hope, and my hope is this dream."
- "Colours" by The Moderates.