Don't go past Hannah (next door neighbor)'s house. (Our parents wanted to be able to see us when they looked out the window.)No dancing in the kitchen. (Um, I still turn pirouettes in the kitchen and I never got in trouble for violating the rule...I just try not to dance when there's something hot on the stove or someone's walking around with a knife.)Read the book before watching the movie. (Mostly just applied to me, but I still generally try to abide by it because the book usually came first which means it's the original version.)
"No one knows what we're for, only what we're against when we judge the wounded.What if we put down our signs, crossed over the lines and loved like you did?"—"Jesus, Friend of Sinners," Casting Crowns
"But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us."—Romans 5:8
“Emma, no one iss ever worthy of God’s love and care,” he murmurs.
I slowly sit up, pulling my hands away to rest on my knees, as his hand comes to rest on my shoulder. “Were you listening to me?” He has no right to spy on me like that. But . . .
He cocks his head just slightly in a noncommittal gesture. “Emma.” Even through what I guess is a translator like Dad said, he sounds so soft and gentle. So kind. So caring. No one has ever said my name like that before. “God doess not love us because we are worthy. He doess not care for us because we have earned it. He loves us and cares for us because we are created in His image. We are all unworthy—you, me, Carla, Grace, Brian, everyone. You must not believe you are required to prove you are worthy for Him to [Spoiler]. That iss not how this works.”
“I’m not enough. I’ve never been enough for anyone, least of all God.” The words come out hoarse.
“You must cease trying.”
My forehead furrows. If he’s going to go into a stop trying and just do lecture, I’ll smack him.
He pulls me closer and looks me right in the eyes. I still can’t decide if this is okay or extremely uncomfortable, but I can’t pull away. Something in me doesn’t want to.
“I have been trying,” he says. “I am guilty of much. [Spoiler] I feel as if I will never do enough to compensate for the hand I played in all of these things. The truth iss that I will not. I cannot. However, it iss also true that I do not have to compensate for it. I do not have to carry the weight of all my mistakes because Jesus already paid for them. He hass washed away all of the blood that iss upon my hands. I am not adequate, you are not adequate, but He iss. He iss the only One who iss adequate. You were correct that He iss the only One who can [Spoiler] and deliver us from this situation. But His doing so doess not rest upon your worthiness. It doess not rest upon me recompensing my mistakes. The only thing that matters iss that Jesus iss worthy and He hass paid for all of our sins upon the cross. Surrender to Him, Emma. Allow Him to be worthy within you.”