Introduction

Introduction

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But as for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise You more and more.
-Psalm 71:14

 

I’ve been waiting for you.

You probably find this hard to believe. You’re the type who gets overlooked and forgotten. Your days are filled with countless hours devoted to others. You become a caretaker and help others live a greater story than your own. You are plain and ordinary. No one special. Nothing significant to say. You have a full, brilliant, creative mind, yet you do not share because someone might not understand and think it dull. So you settle for a counterfeit contentment, resigning yourself to the monotony of moments and burying your dreams in the dusty corners of a darkened attic, forbidden to climb down into the warmth of reality.

 

Let Me ask you something.

How does it feel, knowing there is so much swelling up inside yet forcing yourself to stay stagnant? How does it feel to lift your eyes to the mirror and assault yourself with lies of disappointment? How can you hide the longing in your heart? Your core cries with urgency, “See me! Know me! Love me!”

How can you not hear Me calling to you?

 

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I’ll say it again. I’ve been waiting for you. For a very, very long time.

I am patient. But I think it is time for you and I to officially meet.

I already know you. I know the way your upper lip curves when you’re concentrating. I know the scar that sits on your elbow from a bicycle crash when you were twelve. I know the longings stashed inside your lungs. I put them there. I know what you desire. With Me, you can surpass your precious, unspoken dreams.

I know you, and how beautiful you are.

 

But you may not know Me. Or you may not know Me in the way you need to.

But it’s ok.

This is one of my favorite parts.

When our eyes collide and hearts erupt in our chests.

When I take a step towards you, and then another, covering the ground between us.

You are still, though trembling.

I extend my hand, gaze still trained on your beautiful, wide-eyed stare.

Hearts still hammering.

And then I speak.

 

Hello. My name is Jesus. And I am in love with you.

 

 

Sarah Rennicke

Sarah Rennicke loves words. She also loves people. And she loves weaving them together in honest and vulnerable ways. She loves slowing down and listening to the heartbeats of this world, exploring the hidden hopes and deepest fears tucked away in souls. She believes that God created imagination to truly see His handiwork, and that we are all desiring to be seen, known, and loved.

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