Letter to a broken soul

Dear Broken Soul,

What is going on with you? I wonder why you give away your joy without putting up a fight to hold on to it.

My heart is sad that you believe the lies and the construct that you allowed to be imposed on you with reckless abandon. Why have you believed the lies that you are worthless and you will never amount to any good in life.

Yes you have fallen a million times and yet you are still here trying to pick yourself up. You have lost count of the number of times that you have failed that you don't know what it feels like to succeed.

Try to open your eyes and see things for yourself. I want you to stop seeking the validation of others let alone allowing their words to get to you.

On the cross, Jesus wished the cup passed over him so I understand why you are deflated, broken and sad at this point in time but let this be your truth; a victory is not cherished neither is it valued unless there are pains, sacrifices and disappointments along the way before they occur.

I want you to look in the mirror and see the beauty hidden beyond your scars. In your brokenness is a hidden strength which you possess. I plead with you, don't give up on yourself because if you do, you lose then they would have won, I want you to know that you are a valuable treasure to this existence. Don't believe the illusions and deceit that you are a waste of space. I want you to believe this, there is growth in your brokenness and it seems like it is a device to weaken you now but it will make you stronger, it will make you wiser and better. it is the pull down you need before the pick me up and just because the clay does not get strong without the heat of the fire, this is the heat you need to withstand before you become the best version of yourself because a man who never face trials will not appreciate his triumph. Your victory is coming, all you have to do is wait for it.

Don't forget that you are broken and not shattered and this phase will pass because I know an architect who specializes in making a masterpiece out of a broken state and his name is JESUS.

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