There are no throwaways.
I received a call recently about someone in my life who had relapsed, again.
I didn't feel disappointed or frustrated. Instead, I felt heartbroken.
I know some of her details. I know the wounded places of her childhood. The abandonment. The abuse. The layers of unhealed trauma that still linger and cause pain that feels impossible to navigate.
So when I hear that she has “relapsed,” I only hear that the pain must feel all-consuming again. And that breaks my heart.
It also breaks the heart of the Father.
He knows those places in each of us that are unknown to the rest of the world. Every detail. Every moment from birth to death. So if you're hurting and feel unseen and unknown, you are not. You are wholly known by One.
There's a quote that says, “Don’t judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.”
There is only One who has read the whole book. I guess it's a good reminder not to throw people away right before the next turn of the page.
There are no throwaways. No one is beyond healing and redemption and hope.
Let's hold on and never give up on seeing a better end of the story.