Today Nathan wrote me a letter. It came at a good time.
"God is going to pour you out for others. Your life is not your own, it belongs to the King who longs to use it as a fragrance over His beloved wandering broken children. Stop for the ragamuffins. Listen to the stories of the bitter and the wounded.You will be exposed to so many lives in this season. God is bringing these points of contact as holes of light piercing into darkness. It is like drops of dye dripped into crystal water. The impact you can have will be monumental. You can literally save people's lives.
But don't let go of your intimacy with Papa. The first thing Satan would want is to get you so busy and caught up that your love grows cold."
Promise me that you won't let the world put a basket over what He has called light. Promise me you won't let the joy of living fade as you move forward into new lands. Promise me you won't let fear bind any part of your beautiful mind. Promise to always let truth into the very core of who you are, to speak it over every moment of your precous existence. Promise me that you will always let Him in, allow Him to speak over the gray you feel on winter days. Promise me you will not shut me out, that you will always let me come closer, and that you will come close to me, too.
Promise me you'll choose life. Every time.
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