September 29th 2016
I see you every day. You’re always dirty, and I never see you change clothes. There’s a strong smell that hangs around you like a cloak. On the outside you are known as the bully, always hitting the little ones and making mischief around town. You’re infamous, do you know that? You roll your eyes at me constantly, and I wonder if you have any clue what I’m even saying to you. You pretend that you don’t care, but I see through the barely 4 foot tough facade.
Because I also see a little boy who’s hurting. I see a heart that desperately wants to be seen and known and loved. I look at the disgust and annoyance that people treat you with, and my heart starts to break. You are more than what you’ve become, young man. You are not what has happened to you, as terrible as it may be. You are not what others define you as. You are not even what you may think yourself to be.
You are a son of the Most High, an heir to the kingdom of Light. You were loved before you were born and named before you were created. Your name is no longer Forsaken but Beloved.
I know you don’t believe this about yourself right now, but that won’t stop me from telling you the truth every time I see you. So you can keep on rolling your eyes at me and pretending like you don’t care, because deeeep down I know you really do.
How do I know that, little guy? Well, you see, I used to be you.
So here’s to the forgotten and forsaken because there will be the kingdom of Heaven. Keep pressing in, folks. There’s darkness that is desperate for a little bit of light.
