me too

s o u r c e  


l e t   m e   t e l l   y o u   s o  m e t h i n g . 

Sometimes it will be the scariest thing on earth to love another human being. And I don't mean just love them, I mean love them, like all the way, wholly, everything you got goes to them and its deep and thick like ocean water. 

Its scary because there's always that chance that they won't love you back that way, that they'll turn and leave. 

When you let someone throw an anchor down into your heart and dredge through all the stuff down there at the bottom, you run the risk that they might just walk away while its still hooked in there. Like, they've had enough. And they're starting to turn and leave, and it's sort of tearing along behind them, ripping through your insides and you're just like--

wait, wait, wait... but I thought you loved me.

I thought you loved me.

...I thought you loved me.

Sometimes there's parts in the story where something isn't what we thought it was going to be. There are sometimes things that really, really, really suck. Things that cut us and hurt us and make us bleed. And like my dearest friend told me recently, its okay to feel it, because its yours to feel. Its okay to see it for what it is-- something messed up, wrong, painful. But sometimes, after awhile and after some healing we can look back, and still love fully.

Because I learned from you. And hey... you came into my life and I loved you. And though it was a season and it was painful and it still hurts, its okay to relax. Take a deep breath, open your hands.

Its going to be okay. I promise you, its going to be okay.

We've all been there. And if I could write you a letter right now-- a real, actual one, on a piece of paper, one that I could hand to you, I would. I wish I could, because it would would say, in tall, scrolling ink:

m e   t o o .

I know it hurts. I know.

But now, I can close my eyes, and in the gospel engraved on my heart, that sacred poetry floods in and takes me to a place where I can see someone on a cross loving someone who drove nails through his hands and tore flesh off his bones. He loved us anyways. And he knows something about pain. This pain-- mine and yours. He hands us notes that say "me too", written in cursive blood, signed with kisses.

I know its dark, darling. But reach out... feel along those walls. Because we're in here with you.


l o n g  t i g h t  h u g s  . . .

k a t e 




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  1. *hugs*

    So much truth and heart in this, Kate. Life is hard, but God is good. Thank you for sharing this with us.

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    1. Oh my goodness, yes. God is amazing...something I "get" more and more each day. Thank you so much for your sweet words, Hannah.

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  2. You made me feel this as I was reading it. I don't know how to say that without it sounding weird, but I did. :p You're a fantastic writer... thanks for putting some truth out there today. I hope life isn't treating you too roughly right now.

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    1. Your sweet words made my day Olivia. Life is getting better...it's been a bit rough but thank the Lord its a new year with a fresh new beginning. That makes me happy.

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  3. Aww, I can relate to this. I've never loved someone in like a lovers sort of way, but I do carry a sisterly love and I love my friends dearly. Some of them have absolutely no idea how much I look up to them and how much my friendship with them means to me, but they tend to overlook it. But even when they do, I never ever give up on people. It's against my morals, and I try to help them the best I can. Great post!

    xoxo Morning

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    1. Morning, that is a beautiful name by the way, that is awesome that you never give up on people. In fact, that is a gift. Not letting go of someone is an amazing thing, loyalty is precious.

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  4. Thank you, dear, I needed this. <3

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  5. this is beautiful :) to accept the feeling as being real is hard at first, but makes it so much easier later on. 'it's yours to feel', i like that.

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    1. thank you, D. I agree... it does make it easier later on, to face it now and look to the horizon because more brilliant things are coming. Never give up. <3

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