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soaked in all the grace that we’ve been given (letter for my friends)

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I have a lot of writing that I need to do for me right now. Memories I need to process, options I need to synthesize, stories that have just begun, and stories that are nearly concluded. . As I’m wading through this time of transition and seeking to process so much for myself, what keeps coming to the forefront of my thoughts is that I’m not who I want to be talking about right now.

I want to be talking about you.

Because right now I want you to hear that I am so proud of you.

Your bravery in seeking what is right in the face of heart-wrenching pain.
Your passion for justice and equality in your workplace, ministry, and home.
Your willingness to step outside of the comfort zones of introversion and extroversion.
Your love for the people who are different from you.
Your courage to ask the hard questions and take unpopular stances.
Your joy in being pursued and recieving love in new ways.
Your humility in asking for help when the way is unclear.
Your remarkable growth since we’ve met.
Your extension of love and friendship, which has challenged and encouraged me beyond what you’ll ever be able to see or feel or know


My friend, I love you so much. Know that all of these qualities are reflections of God’s heart and his love, shining through you and illuminating the corners of darkness in this world. You may not see the beauty right now in what you’re doing, the ways in which you are encouraging and inspiring and making a difference. You may be trapped in comparisons, in thinking of all the ways in which you’re not like the people you perceive as strong and brave and talented. You may feel lost, hopeless, emotionally disconnected.

I cannot promise you an easy way out of those places, nor write words that will take away your pain. What I can say is that in the midst of brokenness, death, disappointment, inadequacy, and fear, you are loved.

You are loved.

You are loved by the one who set the stars in motion and knows how many blades of grass there are in the field. You are loved by the one who has known you completely and fully from the moment of your formation, and whose desire to be with you is not dependent on what you have done, but rather on who you are. You are loved by the one who took on human form and suffered in the most extreme, undeserved way, just to be with you.

And who you are, right now, is enough for Him to begin working in you and through you. You don’t have to be effective or efficient or outspoken or smart or strong or talented in any particular way to change someone’s life. You are already important, significant, powerful, blessedly unique, and called into a beautifully loving relationship.

Your story is worth telling. Your heart is worth sharing. I began this post wanting to write your stories, but there are too many from too many of you for me to be able to do them justice in one shot. May I encourage you, in response to the incredible grace we’ve been given, to take your stories and use them to encourage others. Share with those who are going through something you’ve been through, and share with those with whom you seem to have nothing in common.

For the accuser of our brothers and sisters,
who accuses them before our God day and night,
has been hurled down.
They triumphed over him
by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony;
they did not love their lives so much
as to shrink from death.

There is an accuser who speaks lies into our hearts. Often these lies dominate our hearts and twist how we see ourselves and others. But the accuser is not the most powerful. These lies of self-perception are overcome by the beauty of God’s sacrifice and by the power of our testimony to each other. Allow grace to wash over you. Embrace how beautiful you truly are in light of this love. And share the beauty of who you are, in light of the grace and faith you’ve been given, to overcome darkness in the lives of others. For we are more than conquerors though him who loved us.



This is a call to all the dead and disappointed
The ones who feel like they are done
This is a word to all the ones who feel forgotten
But you are not
Oh you are not

We are soaked in all the grace that we’ve been given
Unchained from all that we have done
Your mercy’s rising like the sun on the horizon
We’re coming home
We’re alive, alive, alive we’re singing
We’re alive, alive, alive and we’re shaken
We’re alive, alive, alive, alive in You



Written by Taylor Webster

May 3, 2012 at 4:38 pm

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