Dear Lost Friend,

Dear Lost Friend,

You have been deeply involved with this world and it's sinister ways all of your life. Sin and it's hold is all you've truly known and I understand how hard it is to give up the only life that you've lived. I understand that you have your doubts - why wouldn't you? After all, everyone has betrayed you at one time, everyone has let you down at one time, why would God be any different? You hesitate to believe in Him - or on Him - despite the fact that I can see how hard He's working on your heart.

I've talked to you, I've prayed for you, I've witnessed to you, and I'm sure I've said things that make you want to hate me and stop talking to me completely, but you haven't turned away from me quite yet.

You ask me why I always have hope. You ask me why I always have answers to solutions. And I don't really have an answer outside of God - He is the only reason I have hope for myself, my friends, my loved ones. He is my hope in the middle of a hopeless world. He paid my price and I owe Him a debt that I could never possibly repay. It seems like you are terrified to trust Him because you feel like He'll constantly be putting you down because you are a sinner. It terrifies you, the idea of being looked down upon by yet another person, but I wish you'd understand that God does not look over us and facepalm "tsking" at our actions. He simply loves us and puts us back on the right path. God judges fairly, though, and I wish you'd grasp the fact that Hell is the most real place that there is. It is not something to be taken lightly. It's not somewhere that you want to go when you die.

Hell is an eternity of pain and suffering like you wouldn't and couldn't believe, and God wants you to be saved from that more than anything, if you'd let Him.

I pray that one day, you'll understand how amazing it is to be loved by a King, to be royalty because your Father is the Creator of all. To be sheltered, protected and embraced by a Heavenly Lover. To be plucked from sins hands and brought into the safety of His arms. I pray that one day, I can call you my sister and that I can rest easy, knowing that my friend, my family member, won't spend a single day in Hell. That you've been forgiven and restored and get to experience true life outside of your depression, anxiety and life troubles.

I pray that one day, you understand why I take this Jesus thing so seriously and that you are saved before it's too late.

Until then, I'll spend hours on my knees, praying and hoping and never giving up. God won't give up on you, and neither will I.

 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
full of pity, love and power.
I will arise and go to Jesus;
he will embrace me in his arms;
in the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.