Sometimes, I feel like a broken record. Not the kind like when Hank Aaron broke Babe Ruth’s home run record. I’m talking about old-school vinyl records that when scratched would play the same line over and over again.

I’m like that. I’m a broken record. I’m broken. We all are.

As long as I live, I will never stop telling anyone who will listen or read about how God can find anyone at anyplace at anytime, no matter how far gone, and rescue them.

I will never stop being thankful for the grace that saved me and saves you and that never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever fails.

I will never cease to be amazed at the Love that overcame every obstacle, every stronghold, every enemy, even me, to get to me and to win my heart. A Love that won’t let go or give out or give in or give up.

I will never change the message that I have been trusted with– that Jesus died to save sinners, of which I am one of the worst– even if it costs me friends, comfort, security, jobs, health, or even my life.

I hope I sound like a broken record. I hope I sound like I’m stuck on the same line in the song that God is singing to His creation. That no matter what you’ve gone through, no matter what you’ve done or what’s been done to you, Jesus can find you and rescue you and heal you and make you beautiful again.

In those moments when you feel alone, when you feel those friends have abandoned you, when you feel that no one can possibly understand or know what you’re going through, Jesus knows.

He knows you better than you know yourself. And He loves you just the same. If you are the one person who gets that deep down in your soul and to the very core of your being, then all the 99,999 times I have repeated this chorus will have been worth it.

Thank you for faithfully reading these blogs. It means a lot that you care what I have to say. More than that, it means that hopefully, God will use these words to remind you of who you are and Whose you are and just how good He is.