By Jordon Weldon

If you’ve never warred against a habitual sin in your life you may not understand the shame lie that Satan whispers.

I saw a friend sunken, hidden behind a tent tonight. Her face was puffy, eyes glassy. She had relapsed and was drowning in shame. The same proud woman who had shown off her certificate of completion from rehab a couple weeks before was lost in the shell of a broken vessel.

My heart broke for her. To come so far and lose it all, again. I knew in that moment how God looks at me when I fail – with eyes of mercy. He beckons me with a promise of “no condemnation.”

He speaks softly to me of a future hope and an overcoming victory. Because of Jesus. I held my friend tonight, the frame of a life beset with tragedy after tragedy and I whispered to her as she cried into my shoulder. Jesus.

When she beats this thing we’re going to celebrate & the saints in heaven will rejoice with us as they did tonight in that imperfect prayer. New mercies today and every day. What could we do without them?

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My friend Jordon works for Homes of Hope, a nonprofit in Greenville, SC that provides affordable rent to families in need and helps rehabilitate people who have been addicted. She shared this post on Facebook last month and I thought it would be encouraging to you! — Tiffany