a letter to the golden hearted girl.
A letter to the one who needs it.
If I could hold your face between my hands and brush miles away that lay between us, I would tell you this much.
Your heart is golden, and desperately ready to be treasured. There are age-old cracks from past partners, which don’t hinder its beauty at all. However, while it is still radiant and dashing, the compromised crevices can’t withhold the heavy hand that foolishly fumbles and even seeks to break it. Take your heart back into your own hands, my girl, before you lose yourself and can’t find it anymore. You have worked too hard to make it to where you stand today. For every wound that took 30 seconds for someone else to inflict upon you, you spent years healing and becoming whole again. Don’t forget how strong you really are. Don’t forget how good it felt to remember yourself again.
Your body is not a consumable good. You are a person, and one made in the image of God. You were not meant to be clicked, sent, or opened. Your image was not meant to be put on display or shared with another. While that is so often expected of you, even demanded of you, it’s not fair or right, and you don’t have to play by their rules. It’s a game where everyone loses anyway, so just breakaway from the huddle and rewrite the playbook. You want to be desired, to be seen and valued as worthy, someone who is special. We all do, because our maker made us that way. But trust me when I tell you,
love is p a t i e n t and love is k i n d.
If another person’s words or actions don’t fit into those two things, then let’s call it what it is. Selfish.
You cannot control anyone else, only you. You cannot control their decisions, you cannot control their emotions, you cannot control their reactions. So just own yours. As a friend once told me: Stand up, or be stood on. They might not be able to hold their tongue, but you can. They might not be thinking about you at all, but you can. They might not leave, but you can, and you should. Because your heart is golden, and it is a treasure, my love. You can fight for it now before it shatters, or you can spend years putting it back together again.
I cannot make your choice for you, but I can tell you that you are wildly loved. You might just be looking in the wrong direction. There is a God who sees everything you’ve ever done, and he doesn’t leave. He covers you, he restores and redeems you through the precious blood of Christ, he fills you with his Spirit as a seal and a promise, and when he speaks there is power in his word. When you stand in front of him and you are his, there is no condemnation, no shame; Only freedom and the fullest love that we will ever know. He knows your name, he knows your deepest fears and your longest lasting desires, and He delights in you.
He is not tame, but he is good. Let Him love you. It will heal you and free you and breathe life into places that have felt dead for so long.
You want to be loved, and you are. Take your heart back into your own hands, that you can instead hand it over and entrust it to the only one worthy of such a gift.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known. So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” - 1 Corinthians 13:12-13
(I am for you, I am with you, and I love you.)
