Chloe // Third year // Law

Throughout my life there have been many seasons when I’ve had far too much weight on my shoulders to be comfortable or functional - the weight of sin, hurt, pressure, mental health and everything in between. Over and over again, I’ve fallen into the trap of forcing myself to chase the wind and try harder in my own strength - because I’m the only person who can *really* fix me, right?

Surrendering to the truth that the God who made me and died for me, cares for me, is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and will ever do. In fact, I’m still learning that everyday. But He has been so perfectly faithful to me, so patient with my forgetfulness, so loving of my scars, that I know He has to be real; and I know that His realness has changed the way I see the world. He is this mysterious peace that anchors me, this joy that puts a spring in my step, and this all-encompassing love that fills me more than I ever thought I needed.

I get to say that I’m blessed, even when my life looks nothing like blessings. I get to say that I’ve got joy, even when nothing in me can be happy. I get to say that I’m enough, even when I’m failing more than I’d like. Not because I’m put together enough to say it; but because a perfect God has really said yes to an imperfect me. It seems completely unbelievable, but I know He’s saying He loves you too.

(And because I see you shaking your head at me, I’ll say it again: yes, He REALLY does love you.)