Daughter, you search
Daughter, why do you search?
Son, why do you scream?
Son, why do you glean from
Wells that are not filled with my water
Plates that aren’t filled with my food?
Daughter you dare to revel in
the opinions of those who I created
Why do you ask the wind how it favours you?
Your asking the wind is your blindness to your idols that are
Seen by Me not you
You’ve been overlooked, under looked, over analyzed and under booked
Son, I wrote that all things would work together for your good to you that love me and
Are called according to my purpose.
When you didn’t fit in in any way from you were small
It meant that you were unique
Not a carbon copy
A precious one
Not to be ridiculed, but to treasure
Always being ridiculed gave you a second nature to please others
But what about Me?
I’ve already written about you.
Before I formed you in the womb I knew you
Before you thought of me I wrote those love notes for you
I am a jealous God
You want to be worshipped when only I am to be worshipped.
I love you. I’ve already pre accepted you.
If I’ve pre accepted you, can’t you rest in that?
Can you dare to learn to operate this way?
You are upset sometimes when you’re not accepted,
and some parts of your uniqueness have never been understood.
Can you dare to revel in my affection of you?
Rather than getting down about what is not there
Down about what you fear
Down about what you can’t find
Can you dare to revel in my love for you, much much more?
Seek me….my child….I have already written for you that you will find me when you search with all your heart
Your heart made by me
I have pre planned for you if no one else did
I’ve got a design and thoughts just for you, before you were even known.