~Child, daughter, beloved. You know I died for you, for your sins, to bring you to my Father. Why do you hold onto the failures that embarrass you the most? That make you feel the most unworthy of the love I've already given you freely of myself?
~Because I'm frightened.
~Of facing the truth. Of continuing to let myself down and let those down who love me. Of not becoming what I want to be.
~Has holding onto your sin helped?
~No. It just keeps getting worse. My circumstances never seem to change. Things on the surface fluctuate, but I still have the same weaknesses I fell to over and over again four years ago. It seems that everything I've learned in the past year has done nothing. I'm still clinging, looking for stories and ways to make my pen flow in ways pleasing to others.
~So... what does that mean?
~Yes, but you need to know.
~I thought this was all about my knowing not helping anything.
~No, that's what you think it's about, that's just a symptom.
~A symptom of what?
~What did you write to your friend about with so much joy and conviction?
~Everything is about you. And your love.
~You sound so enthusiastic.
~I wish I felt enthusiastic! I've felt so dead lately, or I fluctuate between deadness and guilt and pain. I'm either overwhelmed by my sins, or when I can get my mind off them because I know you don't want me to dwell on them, I still feel like there is something blocking my connecting to you. During the messages and the conversations and the letter writing I know all the answers and everything seems to fit together. But when I'm on my own, trying to reach you, I can't seem to get things to click together, to connect with what I know to be true.
I'm so tired, and it's so easy to just give everything up and try to forget about it when fatigue takes over and I sleep.
~Does that ever bring you peace? And do you really think that would be worth it?
~No....and no. It's just been my fall back plan so many times in my life that it's just too easy to fall back into....wait a minute. That's it. It's my pit.
~And child, what do you know about pits? Or better yet, what do you know about me and how I relate to pits and those who are in them?
~I know you're the only one who can get me out. I know I never want it to get as bad as it was before.
~And why did it get so bad before?
~Because I completely lost sight of you. Until it got so bad I only had you to look to.
~Beloved - and I love that that's what your parents named you, remember that. Your name - Amanda - really does mean the way I think and feel about you. My beloved Amanda, I am so thankful that you turned to me at that point, and I never felt anything except sorrow during the time I was waiting for you. Never anger, never disappointment. Just sorrow and yearning for you to let me draw near and introduce you to my Father and our truth and love. But child, I don't want you to have to wait that long to turn to me! I want you to choose me before it gets to the point where I'm the only option. I don't want you to lose the blessings you have let me give you because you get my priorities for you rearranged and out of place. I love you, let me give you everything.