⚓ Floatie: Love That Cuts Deep
Hebrews 4:12–13 (12)For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. (13)And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.(ESV)
✒️ Forge: Conviction Feels Like Being Forgotten
Love convicts me. Not politely. Not softly. It cuts like a scalpel. Conviction is proof of love, but it rarely feels like it. It feels like being exposed. It feels like being forgotten.
I know what it means to be forgotten because I’ve forgotten myself. It’s madness to look in the mirror and truly not remember the face looking back at you. I’ve been forgotten by those who should have loved me, left behind like last week’s trash, rejected over and over. And still, I know I will never understand the true depth of the rejection that Jesus faced on the cross.
I hated the face in the mirror for a long time because I felt trapped in a body that had lived a life that I had no part of, no stakes in. I cried and begged to return to myself, to be freed from my shackles. I asked out loud what crimes I had committed to deserve this punishment. If I could remember a crime then perhaps this torment might make sense. To not even know what I had done to deserve this was just an echo of the refrain of the life this body had before me.
To be so forgotten that you don’t even know yourself? Madness and pain.
⚒️ Anvil: The Prayer at the Bottom of the Pit
In that pit, there is only one prayer left: “Father, please don’t forget my name.”
To hear God say, “I have not forgotten you. I have not forsaken you” is one of the best rewards I can imagine for years spent living with someone else’s face staring back at me in the mirror.
It’s not a theologically neat prayer. It’s a cry. It’s the sound of a soul cut open by love and still hoping for mercy. Conviction makes you pray like that because conviction is proof you’re still being called home.
🔥 Ember: My Witness
Every time I’ve been sure I was too far gone, I’ve felt the sting of conviction. That sting is not condemnation. It’s the sign that Love still knows me. That I am still engraved on the palms of His hands. That He has not turned His face from me even when I’ve turned mine from Him.
🌿 Covenant Triumph: Love That Remembers
Isaiah 49:15–16 (15)“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. (16)Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.”(ESV)
Convicting love is remembering love. Christ does not forget our names. He took rejection to its ultimate depth so that even in our madness, our pain, our self-forgetting, we could be remembered. Love convicts me, but Love also saves me.
[⚓ Floatie] [✒️ Forge] [⚒️ Anvil] [🔥 Ember] [🌿 Covenant Triumph]
This post follows the Forge Baseline Rule—layered truth for the discerning remnant.
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