My Dear Girl,
You are beauty and Pain, hope and joy and sorrow,
the most perfect imperfection I have ever created.
There is no flaw in you my dearest and yet there are many.
I knitted you together in your mothers womb and I love you just as you are but you are not perfect…I love you still.
You are undeserving of the Grace of the cross and yet you deserve to be loved as Christ loves the church.
You deserve to be bought roses and kissed when you are sad.
You deserve to be told you don’t need protection because you are strong and the Lord will protect you…
but you deserve to be protected anyway.
You are a walking contradiction and I love you for it and despite it.
You cannot make me love you any less or any more… for I created you, I saved you, and I love you more than you will ever be able to comprehend.
I know the number of hairs on your head just as I know each star by name.
I made you to shine as the stars do.
You are unique and yet you are not as different as you think.
You will never believe that you are enough and I will always believe you are exactly what I made you to be.
And most of all, you will believe you are alone but you never will be,
I am always there for you my darling… my beautiful disaster!
Love,
God
