Tell Them My Story

I want you to tell them my story, not yours. 
I want you to tell them that I am a God who can make all things new. 
I want you to show them that I can fix them, if they will only give me the pieces.
I want you to show them that I am a God who restores.
Who cleanses.
Who heals.
I replace. 
I reset.
I am the answer to their every question.
I am the love they dream of finding.
I am the one they seek. 
They will never find what will fill the void until they come to me. 
Out of the overflow of what I offer is when and where they will find what they “think” they need now.
Tell them our love story. 
Tell them how you rejected me and denied me and ignored me. 
Tell them how you scorned me in your heart. 
Tell them how patient I was and what a gentleman I am and how I courted, pursued and wooed you. 
Tell them how you fell in love with me.
Tell them how you left me. 
You betrayed and cheated on me. 
Tell them how you kept chasing other lovers and left again and again in the midst of empty promises.
Tell them how I never left you. 
Tell them how I forgave you.
Tell them how I bought you back from slavery and sin. 
Tell them how I restored you. 
Tell them how much I love them. 

It's not about you. It's about Me. Now tell them.