The Truth About We

If you're here because you received a bag of popcorn from some giggly stranger in honor of To Write Love On Her Arms Day, welcome! I hope the popcorn wasn't too cold!

Okay... I really don't know how to start, so I will just say what's on my mind.

First, I hope this post finds you well. But if it doesn't, don't worry - you're not alone.
That is my anthem today - you are not alone.

If today was a bad day... I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make it better. I'm here to listen, though, if you would like that?

I love Truth. Although the finding of Truth can be a painful and unpleasant experience, it brings hope.

The Truth about we...

The Truth about we is that we are broken, lonely human beings who were created for just the opposite.

The Truth about we is that we were created for love and community.

The Truth about we is that we hurt.

The Truth about we is that we hurt less when we share our hurts.

The Truth about we is that we are stubborn and prideful and think we're better off alone.

The Truth about we is that deep inside, we know we need something bigger than ourselves.

The Truth about we is that, yeah, we stink at anything and everything we try to do on our own.

The Truth about we is that we don't have to do this on our own.

And by this I mean life.

In the words of Relient K, but in a different context, "there's hope for every fallen man."

There's a love bigger than anything we know.

And Love is the movement.

There's a song by Switchfoot by that same title. In it, there's a beautiful line that pretty much sums up my heart's cry right now.

Mysterious ways how God gave His life, to put motion inside my soul.

I've hurt, badly.

Truth is, we will hurt. That's a given.

But there's hope for us, yet. Oh, yes. There is hope for us, yet.

There's an awesome group of people at To Write Love On Her Arms. If you haven't met them, head on over to twloha.com. You won't be disappointed.

First, though, check out their vision statement. They are far more eloquent than I am.

Please know that you are loved. Christ allowed His body to be grossly hurt so that you and I could know the greatest love of all.

I love you, hurt and broken and dirty - 'cause I've been there. And I am praying for you.

Love,
ana.