A Letter From the Past

If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins, Lord, who could stand?

But with you there is forgiveness that you my be feared. Psalm 130:3-4 NIV

Dear Sister,

You do not know me. I do not know you, but we share two common acquaintances: grief and shame. I have walked in your shoes, and in public, as a public servant, in the media, and in the spotlight. I, too, have seen this world’s canceling scarlet letter it would unforgivingly pin to my chest for all to see. Not in “your” town did I experience this, but in “my” town.

I confessed my sin to family and friends and searched their faces through my tears for some glimpse of understanding. I spoke of my choices to my children, whom I was supposed to be a role model. I screamed and cried in the shower, wondering, “How did I get here?” My heart has been heavy for you because I have walked in your shoes.

So today, I decided to write to you, a stranger, a woman who has captured unwanted attention since the veil covering your secrets was torn down for the world to see. I want to tell you two things, and then I will exit out of your privacy as quickly as I entered it: YOU ARE NOT ALONE!

Even though, right now, it seems every person in this world knows your life while you're struggling with taking your next breath, please know you are not alone. You are where you are through a series of decisions and choices. Unfortunately, you know that all too well in this moment. But you are not alone.

Other women have found themselves caught up in similar situations for one reason or a hundred. Draw strength from the simple fact that there are those, like me, who have survived, even flourished after the dust settled and the healing came. It will not be easy, but you must know it is possible!

THERE IS NOTHING, NOT EVEN IN THE FURTHEREST RECESSES OF YOUR HEART OR MIND, THAT YOU HAVE DONE THAT IS UNFORGIVABLE! Nothing, nothing, nothing can separate you from the love of God, your Creator. NOTHING!

I will not lie to you. My journey was not easy. My sin was not 'taken care of' or swept under any rug. When I asked my heavenly Father to take over, my healing was more important to Him than my reputation or my pride.

But I will tell you, woman to woman, He loves you with a love you cannot even imagine now! You are not in an unfamiliar place to Jesus. He knows this place, and He knows your way home from here. And he knew mine, too.

Now I know that all along, He was with me. He watched and waited for me to run to Him and Him alone. Remember, the only life-giving combination now is you and Him. He will turn what the enemy meant to kill you for your good. I know because He did it for me. He will do it for you if you simply seek Him. His grace is sufficient no matter the matter, and it is waiting for you. Right now. So ask. And when you feel your hand in his capable hand, walk strong, sister.

In His Love Eternally,

Mary of Magdala

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