Plagued by rejection and trauma,
the body keeps the score,
replaying the thoughts of everything that broke you
as if it were not enough —
it chooses to dwell there,
imprisoning and binding itself to those wounds
till your body freezes,
paralyzed and haunted by memories.
Is there no escape?
Is there no remedy?
A still, small voice makes an appeal:
Ascribe to God the glory due His Name.
Ascribe to God the glory —
now, when I am trapped in these thoughts?
Again, a whisper:
Remain in His love.
How do I remain in His love
when these memories haunt me?
I hear You saying,
For God so loved the world…
Take a minute.
Bask in this truth.
For God so loved the world,
for God so loved me,
that He gave His only Son.
When I feel the world has taken,
God loved me — and the world —
and gave His only Son.
First it was personal.
Then suddenly hope arose —
not just for me,
but for the world:
That whoever believes
shall not perish
but have eternal life.
Help me believe.
Help us believe.
For a generation plagued by depression,
loneliness, and anxiety,
may this truth sink deep
and take residence within us.
May it become so visceral
that the body which keeps score of trauma
would instead remain
in a love much deeper —
a love that bound and broke His body
to make mine,
and ours, whole.
O this deep love of God —
may it penetrate every darkness
and break the shackles
we find ourselves bound in.
May this deep love of God,
this gospel truth,
create new freedom —
a generation of wholeness and praise.
Remind us
it was finished at the cross.
The proof: the resurrection.
Death could not hold Him,
and it will not hold us.
The same Spirit, His breath,
pursues, beckons, calls —
with every breath,
with every thought —
return.
Remain in His love.
Remain in this truth.
Ascribe to God the glory due His Name.
Ascribe to God the glory.
How deep is His love for us.
Forget not, my soul.
His love is deeper than any sin,
deeper than any trauma.
His love is the freedom
and the remedy.
Abide in this love.


So lovely my dear.
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