When I was 16, I went through a depression phase. I felt unloved and unworthy of happiness. I knew in the back of my mind, that God loved me but it was difficult to relate it to my life. I knew that Jesus died for me so that I could live in complete freedom. I knew that He could hear my prayers, I never doubted any of it. But my knowledge of these Truths couldn't break through and overflow my spirit. No song, no sermon, no word, no hug could shatter the lies of the enemy. No one could understand the pain inside my heart but there was One who was watching everything and felt the hurt in my tears. Then one day, as I meditated on life and sunk deep into my melancholy ponderings, I asked my Father aloud, "Who am I, that You would love me enough to die for me?" I was not expecting an answer but in that precious, gentle, loving voice that I had grown to recognize and love He said, "You are WORTH dying for, my daughter." What months of shallow reassurances, soulful worship songs, and forced "positive" thinking couldn't do to tumble the enemy's stronghold, the LORD had done so in just a moment...
"What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, and You have crowned him with glory and honor."
Psalm 8:4-5
I am a firm believer in the power of prayer and I KNOW that in that moment, there were thousands of prayer warriors on their knees interceding for me, for the lost and weary, the sad and the frustrated. The best way to help those in pain is not through hugs and encouraging words, conferences or books but through prayer. God moves through prayer. And when we pray for the unnamed, our Father is faithful to heal the brokenhearted.
16 year-old me


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