Letters from the Child of God

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Dear Depression,

Sometimes your darkness swallows me and then gnaws at the core of my soul.  It hurts so deep and so hard.  Unbearable.  A consuming fire.  Your flames surround me.  You trap me, screaming at me that I am not worth it.  But that is where your power ends.  Because I know what God says about my worth.  You can set my emotions ablaze.  And rip my heart right out of my chest.  But as long as I know you lie, I win.  I know that God is unchanging.  And I know  His love for me remains constant.  I know I am His chosen.  So, keep raging with in me.  Go right ahead.  You won’t keep me down.  I have God on my side. You WILL still lose this battle.

Child of God

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. Luke 12:6-7