There once was a girl who lived her life the way a good girl should. She was meek and humble, and she did all she could for those in need around her. She cared for the sick and she was kind to the ornery. She respected her mother and she loved her father.
She behaved responsibly, living and loving with reason; always the angel who looked out for those who had lost their way. Yes, this girl was a light, and she shined bright into the night.
It was her intention to walk a virtuous way, to remain the bastion of hope she had come to be. But life, as it often does, had other plans.
This girl met a boy and that boy had a way about him. He scaled rooftops and smiled like the sun. He captured the good girl in his madness and she soon fell in the deepest of love. The girl held strong at first, tossing away her boy’s hands as they searched her body, seeking satisfaction. Again and again, she dissuaded him, turning a stone cold cheek and halting heavy breaths before they had pushed too far. But the boy was relentless and vile in his objections to her goodness. He bombarded her wits with fallacies of unrequited love and lacking attention. He had played this game before and he was good.
Soon, the good girl could take no more, so she stripped herself of the righteousness she held so close and took her boy into her bed. Now, she felt emptiness where love used to grow; loneliness where hope once flourished.
No longer was her smile forever at the ready, but an ache had taken its place. An ache of regret; an ache of sadness. Despite her history of wholesome goodness, this fresh falling caused the girl to refuse the redemption that awaited her, for she no longer felt good enough for mercy; she no longer felt good enough for forgiveness.
With shallow causes now at the ready, this girl became beyond reproach. She fell to those things she had always resisted. She sweated with the seekers and chased the pushers. She was lost in her abandonment and she didn’t want to be found. She did what she wanted with whomever she wished, all the while searching, craving that which now escaped her.
The once good girl was now void of any goodness. In its place were the dastardly dreams of satisfaction, of some longing purpose. She laughed through tears and sang through dreams. She was adrift with no desire to be found.
She was beyond salvation now, of this she was sure.
It’s likely you know this story and you’ve heard it before. Maybe it’s your own. Yet, regardless of what you’ve done or what mighty acts of treachery you’ve attempted, I want you to know that forgiveness will always be but a breath away. You don’t have to sing a sinner’s song or repeat a thousand prayers. Regardless of what you’ve done or how far you feel you’ve fallen, your redemption is right here.
All it takes is asking God forgiveness with a repentant spirit in your heart. He doesn’t care what you’ve done, nor does He care who you’ve done it with. He only wants you to be okay. And that starts with making your way back to Him. It starts with you saying, “I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”
You may feel barren of goodness because of what you’ve allowed yourself to do, but you are never a lost cause as long as He is on your side. And He is forever and ever on our side.
You aren’t lost and you aren’t empty of goodness. As long as you’re ready for the redemption you seek, you’re right where you need to be.
Just ask. He’ll answer. I promise.
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