Title: From Jesus, To You
Subtitle: A Love Letter Written in Blood and Grace
Slug: from-jesus-to-you
Tags: #Jesus #loveletter #grace #redemption #faith #writeas
From Jesus, To You
A Love Letter Written in Blood and Grace
My Beloved,
I saw you before you were born.
Before your first cry.
Before your first sin.
Before your first shame.
I saw you—and I wanted you.
You were born into a broken world. A world that couldn’t hold its own weight. A world cracked by sin and soaked in sorrow. And yes—you were born into it too. You didn’t ask for it, but you were born on a road paved by rebellion, heading toward destruction. Toward Hell.
But I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t stand at a distance with folded arms and cold judgment.
I ran toward you.
I stepped out of glory and into dirt, into the dust of your world—your pain, your trauma, your tears.
Not to condemn you.
But to save you.
Let Me make this clear:
I do not condemn you.
Not for what you’ve done.
Not for what you’ve become.
Not for what you still struggle with.
In fact, I did something scandalous. I did something divine.
I took your blame on My back.
I carried the full weight of every dark thought, every bitter word, every secret shame you’ve ever buried deep.
I took your sin.
I took your sorrow.
I took your regrets and wore them like a crown of thorns.
Not because I’m “better” than you.
But because I love you.
I love you so, so much.
You have no idea how much I’ve longed for you—waited for you—fought for you.
I saw you drowning, and I dove in.
I saw you starving, and I became the Bread.
I saw you dying, and I chose to die in your place.
But the grave couldn’t hold Me—and now, nothing can hold Me back from you.
You think you're too dirty?
I make things clean.
You think you're too far gone?
I leave the ninety-nine to chase you down.
You think you're unworthy?
I hung naked on a cross just to tell you: you are worth it all to Me.
You are not an accident.
You are not a burden.
You are not unwanted.
You are Mine.
And I want your heart—not your performance.
Your presence—not your perfection.
I’ll take your trembling hands.
I’ll take your broken promises.
I’ll take your late-night tears and early morning regrets—and I’ll give you grace.
I’ll give you joy that doesn’t need permission to shine.
I’ll give you peace that doesn’t ask questions.
And when you fall again?
I won’t turn away.
I’ll kneel beside you in the dirt and lift you up again and again and again.
There is nothing you’ve done that can outweigh what I did on that cross.
So come.
Come messy. Come ashamed. Come proud. Come confused.
Just come.
I’m not here to guilt you into love.
I’m here to love you into freedom.
And I will never stop.
Forever yours,
– Jesus
Your Savior. Your Healer. Your Hope.
Your First Love.