Part 1: Created for Relationship
“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.”
— Genesis 1:27 (NIV)
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Before you were anything else — before you had a title, a struggle, a story — you were made for one thing: relationship with God.
Not religion.
Not rules.
Not performance.
Relationship.
The God who created galaxies and oceans also shaped you, personally and purposefully.
He made you in His image, with a heart designed to beat in rhythm with His own.
Deep inside, you’ve probably felt it — that pull for something more.
It’s not just the need for belonging.
It’s the longing for the One you were made for.
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The Breath of Relationship
When God breathed life into Adam, it wasn’t just to create a living being — it was to spark a living relationship.
From the very beginning, God walked with humanity.
Face to face. Heart to heart.
No separation. No shame.
It was never supposed to be distant.
It was never supposed to be complicated.
It was always meant to be close.
You were created to know Him.
Not to impress Him.
Not to hide from Him.
To walk with Him — freely, openly, forever.
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Why It Matters So Much
Every longing for love, every search for meaning, every hunger for connection — it all points back to this original design.
That’s why no relationship on earth fully satisfies.
That’s why no success, no status, no possession can truly fill you.
You were not made to be fulfilled by things.
You were made to be fulfilled by Someone.
And that Someone has never stopped loving you.
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A Story Like Mine — A Story Like Yours
I know what it’s like to strive to fix my own life — to do better, to keep failing, to try and make it up, and to realize that nothing you do can make a difference.
I know what it’s like to feel too far gone.
I know what it’s like to believe the lies that life is over, that hope is gone.
I was in a place darker than I can describe — ready to deal out punishment to satisfy the need for my hurt.
I intended to take my aggression out on someone else — rising in full grief and rage.
But with the last ounce of my strength, I chose a different path.
I turned the knife I had grabbed toward myself instead — because I had no right to take anyone else’s life out of the pain I was carrying, and the pain I was causing.
In the middle of that moment, I made a desperate plea:
“Lord, if You can take this from me, take it.”
I moved to follow through — but my arms wouldn’t move more than an inch.
It was like something — Someone — restrained me.
And then, the peace.
Thick. Heavy. Real.
Flooding the room, drowning the darkness.
A voice, clear and still, whispered inside:
“Come meet Me.”
I didn’t know what else to do, so I ran into my room and grabbed a Bible.
Not to find a sermon. Not to find a manual.
To meet a Person.
The first words I read:
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1)
It was Jesus.
And the more I read, the more I was meeting Him for the first time.
A few verses later, I read:
“To all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God.” (John 1:12)
That’s what I had been searching for without even understanding it:
I didn’t want to stay distant.
I didn’t want to stay broken.
I didn’t want to stay apart.
I wanted to know what it meant to be a son.
Maybe that’s what you’ve been searching for too.
There is a way home.
There is a way back.
There is a new beginning for you — just like there was for me.
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Ready to keep going?
Read Part 2: The Rescue You Were Made For →
