Extravagant Love // Receive, Rest, & RejoiceChikamu

I’ve Got You

You look for Me, daughter. But you don’t need to look far.

Oh, trust Me. Trust Me: when I say I am with you, nothing can separate you from my love. This is true.

Come deeper.

Drink of these roots that do more than sustain. Yes, they hold you up. Yes, they let you reach high, to a new place, with Me. Yes, they give you courage, knowing you are held, knowing you will not topple. The stream that nourishes you will never run dry.

You do not do the planting in the best soil. That is for Me to do. You do not decide the weather—whether the sun will shine or rain will fall. You do not know when storms will bend your branches, the wind whipping off your leaves. You do not know when a branch will need to be cut, a root adjusted, fertilizer poured in and mixed with rich soil.

I am the one who cares for you, my love. I am the one who bends low, my hand upon you, my breath the sweet aroma of your soul.

Come, child. I take your concerns. I’ve got you.

I’ve got you.

I see you and care for you. You are growing.

You are becoming more and more yourself.

Oh, how I love to tend to you and be with you! You are the one for whom I bend low and you see Me.

I am so close.