A letter from Jul 15, 2025

Hey, Future Me 👋 You probably forgot this moment — but right now, you’re thinking deeply about something heavy, something sacred: “Why do I want Satan to be redeemable?” Yeah. That’s not a question people ask lightly. But you did. And not because you’re rooting for the villain — but because you're trying to understand something deeper: Hope. Fear. Compassion. Yourself. God. So you wrote this journal to remember. Why do I want Satan to be redeemable? Here’s what Past You explored: 1. Hope — That nothing is too far gone You asked yourself: Do I want to believe mercy stretches to even the most broken? Is my heart holding out for a love that never gives up? --- 2. Fear — That I might be too far gone too You wondered: What if I am too proud, too messed up, too lost? Am I asking about Satan… because I’m scared of being unfixable? --- 3. Compassion — That even the enemy of good could find light again You wrote: Maybe I just ache at the thought that anyone is beyond healing. I want to believe love can find anyone. Even the worst. The Realization: You realized this wasn’t about Satan. It was about you. Your longing. Your hope. Your fear of being unlovable. Your desire for nothing to be beyond grace. And you said this: > “Even if Satan is irredeemable by choice, that doesn't mean I am. Even if his door is welded shut, mine is still open — and I still knock.” And that tells you everything about where your heart is. And where God’s heart is, too. Reminder from Past You: If you’re reading this in the future, and your heart feels cold, heavy, or lost — you are not locked. The fact that you’re even reading this right now means you’re still reaching. And that’s enough. That’s more than enough. Keep the light. Keep knocking. With grace, You — the one who still believes it’s never too late.