(Note: this isn't meant as a "oh let me tell you" I am writing it as a letter for artistic reasons but, in actuality, I'm just thinking out loud about life in general)
Dear hardworking Christian,
So it is the end of another long day.
A difficult day of work, school, volunteering, job hunting, cooking, cleaning...
Whatever it was that you did, I know how much effort you put into it.
Don't think I haven't noticed how hard you have been working, because I have.
No matter how hard you are trying to do it in the shadow -
For the glory of God rather than honour or praise.
I also know how hard you tried to walk in His ways today.
I saw the fist clench and unclench,
Heard the below the breath count to ten.
I know you would have liked to swing a punch,
But you refrained.
Now in this quiet moment,
As you bight back the complaints,
Do up the dishes and dream of sleep,
I have something to say to you.
I see the tenseness in your shoulders,
I see the weight that you are carrying,
A weight of guilt
And of worry
That you won't fulfill your responsibility.
In this moment, this small and quiet moment,
I want to remind you of the Grace in which you believe.
And I want to ask you some questions
And remind you of your reasons.
Why did you respect your customers, co-workers clients, boss, classmates or teacher?
Why did you feed the hungry?
Why did you carry your share of responsibility?
Why did you refrain from swinging that punch?
Why did you bight back the complaint?
Why do you do anything?
What motivates your life?
Is it not the love and grace and mercy of the Lord?
As you look back on your day and despair the anger, frustration, impatience, and discontent in your heart,
Maybe you have set your mind to doing better tomorrow,
Maybe your sliding closer to giving up.
Let me remind you that you will never be good enough,
But let me remind you that you are forgiven,
Let me remind you that you are loved.
And this life that you are daily living?
It is not a dutiful march.
One who is better than you will ever be
Took on all that you deserve.
Now your life is not a striving
To earn a better end,
Your life is a dance of thanks,
But thank-you dances
Can't be danced
By ungrateful wretches,
You need to remember
For what it is that you are grateful.
Please take a moment to remember the grace an love you have been given, and to rest in it.
Yes God is molding you
Teaching you to be his hands and feet
As you grow in love for others,
But let go of the guilt for the love you have not given,
Let go of the stress for the love you need to give,
And just take five minutes to remember
The love YOU have ALREADY BEEN given.
With love from another tired soul.
(NOTE: Maybe this is bogus nonsense, I'm sorry)
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