Rewrite: Mark 1:14-20

I was broken when You called out to me.
I was lost in the hatred that had sealed my heart for too long.
I had given up, and given in.
I was left but a shell, filled with the sins can only hurt me.
My thoughts imprisoned, I saw no escape.
I was left faithless, hopeless,
Loveless.
But You cried out to me “My child! Don’t you know that your Abba has been here all along?
Don’t you know that your sin can only endanger you?”
You said this, but I did not listen. I heard it, but I didn’t listen.
How could You, Love itself, want anything to do with, let alone save, such a hopeless case as
I?
And how can I regain my faith? My hope? My love? All that which was stolen from me by
misguided trust.
What could you gain from holding such a pile of useless ash, the remains of Your creation,
eaten alive by the fires of folly, false hope, and frigidity of heart?
But You continued to cry out! “Daughter, how can you not know that I love you? Why do
you think you are so broken that I, the Maker of all, cannot restore your spirit?”
I didn’t have an answer for You. So I let You hold me.
How great is the God who can heal the broken with but an intangible embrace?

I am whole.
I am new.
I am free,
but I choose to serve you Lord.
I am forever grateful for Your embrace.
Amen.