This would have been perfect for Christmas, but writing this on Valentine’s Day is just as fitting if not more. There is a lot that I feel, so much I could say, I don’t know where to begin. I’ll just begin by saying thank you!
Thank you for being so humble. I mean You really left Your palace, Your throne, the place where You were loved and revered daily, for people who couldn’t even see You for who you are, talk-less of loving You (Philippians 2:7-8).
Thank you for your sacrifice upon the cross. The shame You took upon Yourself for my sake and that of the entire world. You became the cursed man hung from a tree so that I could become the blessed [wo]man living freely (Galatians 3:13 and 1 Peter 2:24).
Thank you for coming so that I don’t have to be condemned by the world based on my sin. Where the world looked upon me with disgust, You embraced me with love, calling me daughter and washing me white as snow (John 3:16-17).
Thank you for being the broker of my life. When you saw I needed a new life, You asked what’s the price and You became the price (Matthew 20:28).
Thank you for wearing Your heart on Your sleeve… No. Thank you for giving me Your heart before I had one to offer in return (1 John 4:9-10). You took a gamble, not knowing if it would yield any returns, and did it without regret.
Because of You I can say no more.
No more pain.
No more anger.
No more needing man in order to receive forgiveness and salvation (Hebrews 4:14-16).
No more feeling like my past would always follow me and I could never be the woman I know I can be (2 Corinthians 5:17).
No more being controlled by sin. No more masturbation. No more porn. No more lying. No more living a deceitful lifestyle (Romans 8:2).
The world tells me to learn how to make the most out of life with sin and pain and illness. But You tell me I can live life to the fullest without any of it (John 10:10).
This isn’t half of what’s in my heart, Lord. You already know all of it but You more than deserve my PDA. I love you and I will always love you.
Your dearest daughter,
Cynthia Chiamaka Onuoha