Acts 11:9 "Do not call anything impure that God has made clean"

To the ones who look in the mirror and see a disgusting monster, to the ones who wake up screaming because they can't bear to fight anymore, to the ones who see the filth they carry, to the ones who have nothing left to fight for, to the ones who hate themselves: STOP.BREATHE. LISTEN.

Listen to the One who created the very Earth you walk on. Listen to the One who gives you the beauty of the stars. Listen to the One who held the oceans in his hands. Listen to the One who gave every bird their feathers, who gave every fish their scales. Listen to the One who made every mountain and valley, who covered them with the trees and grass. Listen to the One who froze the waters. Listen to the One who gives breath to the mightiest of winds. Listen to the One who created all the beauty in the world. Listen to the One who knew all of his creation would be lacking without you. Listen to the one who held you in his hands and counted every hair on your head and gave breath to your lungs.

Listen to the One loved you at your darkest. Listen to the One who never left your side. Listen to the One who died the most excruciating death for you. Listen to the One who knows every hurt you have, who knows your darkest secrets, who knows your most horrifying sins yet only sees your beauty. Listen to the One who says "You are freed from your chains."

Listen to the One who walks beside you. Listen to the One who loves you more than anything in this world. Listen to the One who fills you with hope and gives you rest. Listen to the One who gives you water when your thirst is too great, who gives you bread when your hunger is taking over. Listen to the One who carries you when your legs give out. Listen to the One who heals your blind eyes. Listen to the One who gives you strength when you are paralyzed by fear. Listen to the One who is screaming that He is beside you when the storms are howling with a horrendous violence. Listen to the One who is crying out to you, screaming "You are more"

You are more than your hurts, you are more than your battles, you are more than anything you ever done. You are forgiven, you are washed clean, you are saved. No matter what the demons that latch onto you say, you are more. There is nothing that you can do that will undo His love for you. No sin is too great, no hurt is too much, no battle is too grueling. Do not listen to the ones that break you down till you are too weary to fight. Listen to the God who knows you are enough. Do not listen to the demons screaming that He can't love you, because He loved you yesterday, he loves you today, and he will love you forever.

Listen to the One who breathed life into the dirt. Listen to the One who made the weak strong, the worthless great, the One who made something and out of nothing. Listen to the Creator of the Universe, The God of all nations, the King of Kings, the Savior. Listen to Him when he wipes away your tears and says you are forgiven. Forgive yourself, because if the One who has done no wrong, the One is more powerful than we can ever imagine can forgive you, then you can forgive yourself.

Stop looking in the mirror and hating the face that stares back. Stop looking at yourself and seeing filth and disgust when God has washed you clean. Stop denying God, the One who puts air in your lungs, the One who pumps the blood through your veins. Stop telling God you are worthless, when you are everything to him, you are his life, his love, his all. Stop holding onto your past because He died so that we could be made whole again. All of the love you so desperately search for has already been given to you. All the rest you will ever need is waiting for you. All the happiness you need to fill your aching heart, He is is giving to you. All the hope you need to keep going is given because He bled, He died, and He cried out to God so that we could be made new. Look in the mirror and smile, because you are not a disgusting mistake, you are a child to the Most High, the One who is calling you home into His loving arms.