that one sin.
you know that sin?
You know. That one sin.
The one that you never tell anybody. The one that you’re afraid to tell people, afraid of their judgement, because obviously if they knew they would condemn you. The one that you’ve unwillingly hoarded to yourself, played close to your chest, not letting anyone have so much as a peek. That sin, the one that not even your parents or your best friends or anybody else knows about.
That. One. Sin.
I don’t know when it started. Maybe you were younger, or maybe you were older. Maybe you didn’t know it was wrong, at first, or maybe you knew it was wrong but you did it anyways. Maybe you were pressured into it, felt like you didn’t have a choice. Maybe you were indulging yourself with something that you’d always wanted to try but never had the opportunity to.
And now you look back, and you feel sick. You wish it had never happened in the first place. You wish that you hadn’t been so stupid. You wish that you had listened to whoever had warned you away from it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, eat this much of you up—it wasn’t supposed to go any further than that first try.
It hurts. You feel dirty. You wonder how God could ever love someone as horrible as you. As dirty as you. As broken as you.
Let me tell you something:
That’s a lie.
Because, secret sin or not, if you have Jesus then you are God’s child.
You have been made clean, whole.
Jesus’ blood is bigger than your sin.
Jesus paid it all.
God loves to forgive.
God loves to heal.
God loves to love.
Don’t hide from him. Run to him. Let him welcome you back.
