the gist

I'm not normal. I think you'll begin to see that when you start reading.
Normal girls my age are caught up in their new boyfriend or pair of frye boots. But me? I'm caught up in the grace that saved me from eternal destruction and the Man who gave me that grace. To put it simply, I'm crazy about my God.
And that's not normal.

Behind every action, lies motivation. So what's my motivation?
I want to provide everyone with access to see that God loves them. I want people to know the thoughts and conflicts that cloud my naive mind...


...and I like to blog.

As you read these letters, Candice is you. I am writing these letters to you- whoever you may be.

So when you see her name, say your name.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

order in the court


Dear Candice,
this past semester has been rough to say the least. If I could sum it up in one post, I would. But I can't.
The bottom line of why life has been hard is because of one simple thing. A small, common act that we are all guilty of. Something so seemingly harmless but so destructive.
Judgement.
I'm not talking about judging what's good or bad. Or what's right or wrong. Or even "judging a book by its cover". But a person, a mortal human, with little to no power over anything, judging the hearts and souls of others.
I think there has been a little communication error between God and everyone on earth. So let me try to help clear things up.
"There is only one Judge, He who is able to save and destroy. So who are you to judge your neighbor?" James 4:12
What does that mean?

YOU AREN'T IN CHARGE.

God is. Its the Holy Spirits job to judge the hearts and souls of people. NOT yours.
Any person who thinks for a minute that they're in charge or have the power or responsibility to judge is wrong. Dead wrong.
All I ask from you is to think before a word comes out of your mouth. To give what you're about to say some thought before you tweet it.
Take all this from someone who has been brought down, ruined by the harsh and critical judgement of other people.
Stop.
I know this might seem harsh, but I don't know how else to put it.
I love you.
Love,
Sara

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