I'm not sure how to explain it, but I love it when I say something, and you just get it.
When they understand.
When I don't have to explain why I am nauseous when I eat, because you've felt it, too.
When we can sit for hours and say "I thought I was the only one!"
Because I'm not the only one.
I'm not alone.
And all of my mess--well, it's insignificant. Who cares? My shame is nothing. Nothing. Compared to His grace, restoration.
And everyone needs to know that. Everyone needs to see that their shame--those things that they want to hide--they don't matter. No one is going to look down on your for it. No one wants to judge you.
Because
it
doesn't
matter
anymore.
God is greater.
God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. -2 Cor 5:21
For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. -Colossians 3:3
Because when God looks at me, He doesn't see my shame.
He sees Jesus.
