learning to write love on my arms.

• 2011-10-13 3 notes

  “it’s like you hope for me.” i get those words, i have felt those words. Before I knew Christ there were people who hoped for me. Who loved me right where I was- incredibly angry and covered in scars. They loved the girl who pushed them away for fear of being taken advantage of and shaking from the terror of being hurt. They sat quietly when I couldn’t speak and even when fear and rage exploded from my mouth and my hands, they embraced me with love until I could bear the idea of their touch. And even now, a little over a year later- they still love me. They love my growth, they love my heart, they love me through my mistakes and the times when my old life calls me back with such fierceness that I do not know how to ignore it. They hoped for me when I didn’t think hope was possible. And even now, they still hope for me. They hope for a life I still cannot imagine for myself. They hope for peace within myself and for me to be filled with a love I have never known existed. And that hope of their’s? Shows me God more than anything else. That hope they still have? Still shows me Christ even when I worry I have run too far away. For sometimes the only thing that truly matters is that someone else can hold onto hope for me.

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