My sin finally caught up with me.
I'm not sure how long I thought I could outrun it. Out smart it. And, well, just ignore it.
But I tried.
I tried really hard.
But it finally caught up with me.
I expected an outrage. Punishment.
I expected to be shamed. Hated.
And so I hid.
I hid for a long time.
I hid behind these words. I hid behind you. Anything I could do to hide, I did.
But my sin finally caught up with me.
I stood there, face to face with it.
And you want to know something?
It wasn't as bad as I thought.
Yes, it was bad. Yes, it broke God's heart. But it didn't define me.
It didn't control me.
And it didn't make Him love me any less.
Because that's who He is.
The world would have you believe that He couldn't love us. That He couldn't forgive us.
That it would have to be up to us to make it better.
Y'all. The world is wrong.
He loves us. Period.
He loves us even when we don't love ourselves.
When we can't love ourselves.
Because what the world uses to hurt us, He uses to love us.
To meet us wherever we are.
And to say, "I love you, anyways."
It's not to justify our sin. Or to make it okay. But it's to remind us that even though we are broken, He is not.
Even though we fall short, He never will.
Even though we can't, He can.
So, I finally stopped running.
I finally stopped hiding.
Because I finally let my sin catch up to me.