Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Imagine walking into an old movie theatre with grey painted concrete floors, brick walls, and a wooden stage. The aged red theatre curtains still hanging and directly opposite of an old balcony rarely used…just in front of the stage on my knees and my back to the crowd with my face flooded with tears and very little awareness of my surroundings – this is the place I felt loved.
I had come to this place at the invite of a friend with minimal expectation I thought but it turns out I expected to hang onto the pain I’d always felt- the pain of being misunderstood, rejected, and not quite belonging. Instead I found myself in a loud room with my face buried in my own tears crying out to God. I didn’t expect an answer but I felt the answer rise up in me. It was more of a knowing…something I still haven’t found a way to put words to.
Something happened that day as I knelt crying before everyone…pouring out tears of shame, regret, and rejection- I found home. I’ve learned it isn’t a place that I physically go to but a place I go to in my heart. It just so happens that this old theatre, now a church, was the place I found out I was loved.
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