“For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” – Isaiah 41:13
His nail-pierced hands hold mine, and we walk together. Even with the scars I gave Him, He holds on to me, for the price was worth the prize of my heart. He stays with me and leads me further in love.
Tears gather in His eyes when He feels how tightly I grasp His hand. “I will never leave You. I will never abandon You. I will always be with You. I will never fail You. I am Faithful. Believe My words, I am True to them. I don’t break My promises. I don’t change. I am not like others who leave and fail your hopes and break your trust. You can put Your hope in Me. You can believe in My love. You can trust Me with Your heart.” He squeezes my hand. “I won’t let go. Ever.”
I feel the hole in His hand, and I know my sins. I want to pull away, because I don’t deserve this perfect love. It’s too good for me. I know how pure and beautiful He is, and I want to hide the ugliness of my own thinking so maybe He will love me more. I condemn myself and it hurts to know I chose myself over Him, yet He still chooses me. We stop and He has been reading my thoughts. I can’t even look into His eyes, because He sees right inside me, and when He sees my dirt, I am sure He will be disappointed.
“You are mine. When I forgave you, I forgot your sin. I made you new!” His hand turns my gaze to look at His glowing face. “You are worried about how I see you.” I look down, nodding slightly. He closes His eyes, knowing my deep fears. Then He begins speaking with such love, the force of many rivers could not compare. “I see you as pure, because when I shed my blood for you, I washed you clean. I see you are precious, because you are worth it to me. I see you as you are, the way you were made; I see the way my Father designed you, and it is beautiful. The Creator of the universe has sealed you with His signature, calling you His own. I love my Father, and I see He loved You so much He made you like Him, and I love the way you resemble Him. Will you give up that old picture you have of yourself, and look in the mirror? You reflect the glory of God. You are radiant with His light, I brought you into the light when I rescued you from the darkness! You can’t mar the beauty I see within you, because it’s permanent. You don’t need to fear what I see, or how I will respond. I can not love you less. I saw all your sin and took the weight of your shame, all at once, and I carried it for you on the cross. I forgave you then. I set you free, I have redeemed you. My love is here, it’s for you, and it’s never-ending. Will you walk with me, and I will show you just how far it goes?”
Joy filled my heart in that moment. There was nothing bad to dwell on, because I realize it was gone. The scars on His hands were just a mark of how much He loved me, how committed He was to make sure I knew that love. They were the reminder of how death was not too high a price, that He would -and did- give His own life.
“All I am is worth you.”
He gave Himself, so He could receive me.
And He has me, I belong to no other; I place my hand in His, held out to me, asking me to trust Him and continue on. All this time, I had been afraid I would never find true love. I asked myself, Who would receive me? Who would accept me? And what was the cost I had to pay to earn their love?
But here was a love just asking that I would be theirs. Here was a love that doesn’t tell me I have to change, but a love that changes me. Here is a love that doesn’t point out every flaw and highlight every reason I am unacceptable, but holds out His arms and says, “Come here!” Here is a love that holds me close, no matter what I look like, no matter what my past, no matter if there are a thousand reasons why I am unloveable. This is love. This is Jesus.
His love will not let go.