A VALENTINES LOVE LETTER TO MY SISTERS
There was once a time when you were younger and untouched by the disorder and evil in this world. When you dressed up as a princess and being swept up in a love story was a consistent scenario during playtime. Your heart longed for those dreams not because Disney wired you that way, but because as a woman you are designed by God to be romanced and pursued. Your heart is a reflection of God's heart; a mirrored heartbeat where passion meets empathy.
Somewhere along the timeline between childhood and now, a dark force invaded your safe space and like a thief in the night stole your innocence and worst of all, your dignity. It (in whatever form that was) walked away from you like it was nothing. You were left huddled in distress, robbed of the most precious parts of your soul.
From that moment on you were changed, but not for the better. You put away your royal crown in exchange for armor of steel. With a dagger sharpened by your pain you killed your desire for love in exchange for self-preservation. You bitterly wiped your own tears away and over time built a wall designed to keep all possible assailants out. You thought to yourself, "What good is love when there is so much pain in this world?"
You continue to seek the antidote to numb the pain; anything to stop your memories from replaying on loop in your mind. From happy-feeling inducers to bar hopping one night stands, you promise yourself that the inevitable sinking feeling in your gut isn't regret, just indigestion. Men circulate into your life like pieces in a game of chess and you brace yourself for the final checkmate, convinced that this is not more than a petty self-ego game.
But there is One who cries the tears you are suppressing. There is One who intimately knows every gash in your broken heart because He is the one who created it. Whether or not you acknowledge him, God sees you. Not only does he see you, but He knows you to the bottom. Not only does He know you from the bottom, He loves you to the skies.
You are the only thing in the whole Universe that makes God foolish. So foolish that he came down from all His rightful glory and plunged into death to rescue you from condemnation. Condemnation from the sin of this world, condemnation from yourself. Make no mistake, God weeps for you. You are his beloved and regardless of those who deserted you, He remains at the door of your heart patiently knocking.
He wants you to know that you are worth the wait and that NOTHING can separate you from His love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height not depth nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate you from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39)
This love my beautiful sisters is the ULTIMATE VALENTINE. You are called to play an irreplaceable role in an epic journey where RELENTLESS LOVE WINS. A love where TRUTH CONQUERS LIES. Where you live in the freedom to be a WARRIOR AND A QUEEN. God IS love therefore you are a descendant of LOVE. And so the story begins with a question, not only on February 14th, but every day for the rest of your life for as long as you live. God is asking you: Will you be mine?
XOXO, Diwa Doll
Photography: Edward Gebel