You Just Have To Be Mine | Previous Challenge Entry

how it works

TITLE: You Just Have To Be Mine | Previous Challenge Entry
By Natalie Reidy
04/30/07
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES

You Just Have To Be Mine

I do not imagine that I am alone when I sometimes feel hopeless, nor am I so ignorant as to think that nobody has ever felt despair to the depth that I am feeling right now. But there are times where I do feel so profoundly abandoned and unwanted that it shakes me to the core of my soul…

Times where I look at the seemingly desolate wasteland that is my heart and wonder where is this God of mine? Will I remain in this state of ruin and distress all the days of my wretched existence? Will this heart-rending sorrow that pervades my very being never leave?

For it is in these moments that a deeper uncertainty renders me barely able to breathe. A terrible sense that whatever trouble has come my way, or the burden that is yet to come, has all been brought about somehow by my failure and inadequacy.

Would I, had it not been for my tragic stupidity, have been cast aside so blatantly? If I had perhaps tried a little harder or performed a little better would I still have been looked upon with such contempt? Would things have been different if I was able to stand my ground?

Whilst I have friends in my life that love and in fact even cherish me, I know that they cannot heal the gaping wounds in my soul. That these wounds, caused by deeply painful circumstances throughout my life, and by people who never intended to do the damage that they did, can only be healed by God himself.

When all is said and done, I cannot change what has already transpired. I cannot mend what has been broken, nor can I alter present circumstances. All that is left to do is fall on my face before the God of creation and ask that he hear my plea.

It is then that I am reminded of just who God is and that I belong to him and no other. Where I am lifted out of the raging river that threatens to drown me, and my feet again feel the firmness of rock beneath them.

Then I hear the voice of God; it is tender and sweet:

“You don’t have to be perfect, you don’t even have to be good; you just have to be mine.”

I begin to cry, and I feel the arms of Jesus holding me tight. With my head against his chest I listen to his heartbeat, and I am comforted. My troubles don’t cease to exist, nor do my questions instantly dissolve, but in the midst of them I am assured that the God who has brought me this far, will not fail to bring me the rest of the way.

“I lift up my eyes to the hills – where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.”

Psalm 121:1-2

I wake to a new day with confidence, confidence that Jesus is my healer and my redeemer and the lover of my soul. He has gone to the ends of the earth to save my life, and he has captured my heart…

PREVIOUS ENTRY | NEXT ENTRY
SUBMIT YOUR ENTRY FOR THIS WEEK'S CHALLENGE

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.