Trust in God’s Truth: Let The Lord Rid You Of FearНамуна

I Know It Hurts

My daughter, I see you. You are always new to Me. You are always interesting to Me. I never tire of you. I never wonder what’s next. I like staying here. I like being with you.

Your life is not small. You are not small. You inhabit me. You inhabit where I live, where my heart resides. This is your truest home. This is where you breathe. This is where you drink. This is where you are sustained.

When you are in the place where you are sustained, there is no next thing. When you know you are home, and you belong, there is no other home. When you know you are loved, and you know who you call family, and you know your name is Daughter, Beloved, Chosen One, you can rest, and you can live, and you can be free.

My daughter, maybe there isn’t the next thing. Maybe there isn’t a better place than where I am. You are the daughter I named, the daughter I designed, with purpose, with beauty planned. You are the daughter with promise. You are the daughter I love.

Cry out now. Say aloud the desires of your heart. Tell me what makes you sad, how you are hurt, how you are angry and wish your life were different, how you wish you were different, how you fear you disappoint Me, how you wish you didn’t make that mistake. . .

I hear you. . . But you know what? These things are not what I see. These memories—of fear and pain—are moments shaping you, opportunities to see Me. Things happen I never planned. I planned you, but there are circumstances that happen to you I never planned. And I am sorry. And I suffer with you, when you, my daughter, are in pain.

Know you are seen. Know you are loved. Know you are where I want to be, no matter what.

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