Just thought I would share a letter that God wrote to me during one of my quiet times this week. It’s a teensy-bit personal, but the Father used it to love on me during a hard week, and I felt compelled to share. I feel like it could probably speak to someone out there:
[disclaimer: I want you to read this and insert the things you may typically struggle with, be insecure about, or be unsure of how they fit into God’s Kingdom…He can and WILL use all of those things to make His purposes come to pass]
My sweet daughter,
YES! You’re MINE. Before you were ever even born, I knew you. I perfectly crafted your frame, your fingers, your toes, and everything in between. Your big head, full of thick, red hair. Your warm, hazel eyes…your widespread toothy smile…I made it all. I saw a picture of perfection, what I desired, what I loved…and I love every single cell in your body. There isn’t even a tiny part of you that I don’t love. Your daddy has loved you since even before your very first breath.
Sweet Evangeline, I made you with a personality to match your head of thick, auburn hair. I made you passionate, full of so much life. I knew that you would embrace anyone and everything you encountered with every ounce of your energy and efforts. And oh boy do you have energy! That energy…I gave it to you with such a purpose. I made you with that fiery passion and intensity to make incredible impacts for My Kingdom! You will be a mighty force for my purposes on the earth, and I will continue to sharpen and grow these areas of your heart. Even the ones that might hurt a little. Just continue to submit it all to me. Ask me for everything. Ask me about everything. All the time.
My sweet, sweet Evangeline, I saw you when you cried yesterday. I saw it and my heart broke for you. I understand the pain of isolation and rejection and suffering. I understand the pain of loneliness and longing for home. I understand what it means to be misunderstood. I understand because I’ve felt every single one of those things. And even more, when I saw you crying there, alone…I wanted nothing more than to lay there with you, stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, and tell you how much I love you. And that my sweet daughter, the troubles of this world will truly pass away. Every single one of them.
But you didn’t talk to me. You didn’t confide in me. You didn’t come to me at all, in fact. That pained me even more. Because I know what is best for you! And seeing you choose anything other than my best makes me just wish for more for you. You eventually came crawling back, broken and wounded, and like I do every time, I welcomed you back, arms wide open.
So my sweet, sweet Evangeline, even when your heart is a little bit broken, or a lot broken…choose me. Choose the comfort that I provide. Choose the radical and consuming love that I provide. I am the only source of true joy, the only source of abundant joy you could ever have. And my sweet daughter, please know that even when you don’t choose me…I am patient. I will wait for you. I will always wait for you.
But my sweet, sweet Evangeline…when your heart is a little bit broken…choose Me.
Love you infinitely,
Dad
