Let me love you. Yes, you’ve been hurt. I know. I have tried to reach you. Why don’t you just let me have the emotional pain of your hurt? Do you find it comforting? Does it bring peace? There is a reason I said to forgive. You can’t survive without it. I don’t think you realize that you love your hurt more than you love me. It has become your idol—your obsession. It has become your comfort instead of me. You have nursed it—stroked and fed it until you can’t live without it. You are its captive, and you have jailed your heart. I freely and without any restraint give you my love. I stand at the door of your heart each moment just waiting for you to let me in. I long to take this burden from you, but the hurt and pain you have nursed keeps the door tightly closed. Love me more than your pain. Choose to forgive. Keep choosing again and again throughout the long days to lay everything down on my altar. And that door where I wait for you will begin to open—just a little at first, and then wider and wider until I am free to have unhindered entry. I am the Son who died so you might have life and have it more abundantly. “If the Son sets you free, you are truly free” (John 8:36 NLT).
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