A letter to the lost

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To those who’ve lost their way and to those who’ve struggled to find one.
To those where grief still lingers, where wounds still tear and bleed.
To those where hope’s been eroded or drowned.
To those who try and just keep trying.

To those in prison or have created cages for others.
To those who’ve wronged and been wronged.
To those who’ve stolen love or not given it freely.
To those prone to wander.

To those who’ve f*cked up others or even f*cked up themselves.

You’re not finished. There are stories yet untold and pages yet unwritten.
Your soul’s intention was never to harm or be harmed.
You were formed with beauty in mind.

There’s a door. A crack. A crumb from the table.
A shard of sun that bleeds into the empty oom.
There is a hope. One small chance of one big grace.
The place where Jesus lies no more,
The place where death no longer lives.

Jesus reminds us all that big comebacks are possible.
Matthew 5
3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.

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