Together as One

My Dear Stranger,

I met Jesus on my darkest night.

Not when I was strong.

Not when I still believed in myself.

But when I was empty.

The last person I loved broke my heart and walked away, leaving me bleeding inside.

That was the night I gave up.

I stopped trying to control my life.

Stopped forcing myself to fit in.

Stopped believing in people.

Stopped trusting my own strength.

I was broken, and for the first time, I didn’t even care anymore.

I said to Him,

“I don’t want this life anymore.

I’m tired of holding it together.

I’m done trying to fit in.

I’m done believing that I have a place in this world.”

That night, I handed Him everything—

every shattered pieces of my heart,

every disappointment, every failure, every unanswered prayer.

“Take it,” I said. “Take what’s left of me. Do whatever You want with it.

I don’t care anymore. I don't want it anymore. My life is Yours now.

Just tell me what You want me to do, and I will follow.”

I'm not in control with my life anymore. It's Yours now, fully Yours..

My heart, my mind, my eyes, my ear, my hand, everything will be on Your control. Not mine.

My Dear Stranger,

I expected judgment.

I expected punishment.

I expected silence.

But instead, He cries with me.

He hugged me, and wiped my tears.

He knelt into my brokenness, gathered every piece of my shattered heart, and made it new.

He didn’t give it back half-healed.

He gave me a whole new one. A full one.

He held it—and He never let go.

That was the day I was saved.

And for the first time, I understood,

that He had been waiting for me all along.

Waiting for me to finally say the words I couldn’t say before.

That night, He didn’t just save me. He freed me.

I was no longer afraid.

I stopped hiding.

I stopped running.

And slowly, the darkness inside me faded,

the monsters, the dissapointment, the rage—they left, one by one.

That day, I took my life back.

No—we took it back.

Jesus and I.

Together as one.

Your stranger,

Vie