even when it hurts. . .

She is not enough. She has never been enough. There is little likelihood that she will ever get what she seeks. She is ignorant and naive and ugly from the inside out. Or so she has been told over and over and over again. She has made mistakes, she has blundered and faltered, she has been kicked around and thrown to the ground. She has fallen and stood back up, she has stood when the world would have had her run. And she has come to see that it is not the thought that counts but that she will be weighed and measured and always be found wanting. This has been proven in her life as she has been left repeatedly. I saw her today, and  she was weeping. She had been left again, been told that she could never do enough and so was not worthy to be around. And as I saw her weep for a lie hidden within a truth that had been spoken over her again and again, I broke for her. I felt broken for her and with her and could only strive to engulf her in my arms and tell her it would be ok. But in my head I wondered if the ones she loved would always leave, would only see her shortcomings and faults rather than the depth of love she had for them. If they could only see the way she tried. I kept these thoughts to myself and just held her in her brokenness. She, the church, the broken church. Will you help me heal her? To speak truth and life and love where lies have taken root?