What if…?

What if you’re not alone?
What if you’re understood?
What if you’re watched over?
What if you’re protected?
What if you’re loved?
What if that love has no conditions?
What if you have to do nothing to be accepted?
What if you’re special?
What if you’re beautiful?
What if beauty is inscribed on your soul?
What if you are a unique piece of incredible artwork?
What if your existence isn’t random?
What if your being where you are right this second serves a purpose?
What if that purpose has infinite meaning?
What if your path has been determined and it is good?
What if your path is hard?
What if you’re never alone through the pain?
What if you are comforted when you are heartbroken?
What if your mistakes can be erased?
What if you can be forgiven?
What if you’re not supposed to be guilty?
What if shame has no place being in your heart?
What if you don’t have to be angry?
What if you didn’t have to earn your right?
What if you’re forgiven?
What if you are treasured?
What if you are rejoiced over?
What if you’re precious?
What if your ragged clothes and dirty knees are accepted?
What if your imperfection is okay?
What if peace is attainable?

What if…?

What if God is everything he says he is?
What if you’re so loved someone died for you?
What if someone perfect died for all the wrong things you did?
What if that erased your wrong?
What if you didn’t earn it?
What if you didn’t have to?
What if you were forgiven before you messed up?
What if you acts don’t equate with what you get?
What if you deserve nothing and get everything?
What if the grace you receive cannot be measured?
What if the fears, anger, bitterness, resentment, memories, and chains
that bound you could be released?
What if those chains have already been broken?
What if you’re not really chained at all?
What if you’re free?
What if you belong?
What if you’re accepted?
What if you don’t have to be right?
What if you don’t have to prove yourself?
What if you’re allowed to mess up?
What if your imperfection is accepted with no conditions?
What if you’re free to be you?
What if you get to live?
What if rest is within your grasp?
What if you don’t have to pretend?
What if you could stop playing games?
What if you could be honest with yourself?
What if you could let it go?

What if you’re loved?

You’re forgiven?

You’re precious?