Dear precious daughter,
Who told you that? Who told you that you are alone? Who told you that you’re not made wonderfully? Who told you that you’re not lovely? Who told you that you have to reach a standard to find beauty? Who told you that you have to do that to find rest? Who told you that you need that to feel safe? Who told you to give yourself away in the hope of receiving what only I can give you? Who told you that you should probably skip lunch? Who told you that emotions are weak? Who told you that what she has is better than what I have given you? When you stand in the mirror, who told you that what you see is not good? When you think of your personality why do you see flaws? Your thoughts toward yourself break my heart, I have never thought that of you.
Who told you that I’m angry with you? Who told you that I’m holding back from you? Who told you that I do not want you as you are? Who told you that you cannot trust me? Who told you that I do not love you with everything that I am? Who told you that I don’t cry with you? Who told you that I am far? Who told you that I am punishing you?
Daughter, you have been lied to. I want nothing more than for you to know how I think of you. I enjoyed every moment that I spent creating you. I think you are lovely in every way. I see no flaw in you. I want you to know my heart toward you. My heart broke when I lost you in the garden. I thought of you when sin entered the world. Sin and I cannot coexist. But I thought of you and wanted you back. I planned to restore you to me. I knew what had to be done. I thought of you when I spoke to Moses through the bush. I thought of you when I whispered to Isaiah about the coming Messiah. I thought of you when I sent Gabriel to tell Mary that she would carry my son. I thought of you when my son was accused of blasphemy. I thought of you when my son asked me if there was any way the pain of the cross could be taken from him. I hurt over the fact that my son would be separate from me bearing the sin of the world, but I thought of you. I thought of you when people mocked him hanging on the cross. I thought of you when he rose again. I thought of you when he came to sit at my right hand. I thought of you when I sent my Holy Spirit, in the hopes that you would choose my presence as your sanctuary from fear.
Everything I have ever done is in pursuit of you. I love you so much.
But daughter, I need you to choose me. I am jealous for your heart. I am jealous for it because I created it, but also because a heart positioned in reckless pursuit of Me is the most secure place for you in this broken world. Other things cannot sustain you like I can. I cannot force you to know me, that would go against my nature. I want relationship with you. That involves effort from you as well. I want to spend time with you. I want you to tell me everything. I want to know what makes you angry, breaks your heart, makes you sing, makes you dance, confuses you, makes you come alive.
How I long for the day that we are completely together again. I will answer all of your questions. I will show you where I was when your heart broke. I will show you that I was not far. I will show you where I was when your classmates laughed at you. I will explain the mystery of my character. I will explain the confusion of pain that causes so many hearts to turn from me.
But for now daughter, I need you to trust me. Trust that my heart has always ever been for you. Trust that I know way more than you do. I know it all. It is too much for your precious heart to bare, so please stay close and trust me. I won’t let you fall. I am always and forever motivated by my intense love for you. When I correct, it is because I love you. When I bless you, it is because I love you.
Daughter lift your head, look at me. When you don’t understand, look at me. When you want to cling to the world because you think I’m far, look back at me and you will find that I have never left your side. When you make a mistake, look at me and you will find forgiveness and peace. When you are afraid, look at me and you will find refuge. When you feel unworthy, look at me and remember how often I thought of you. When the liar captures your mind, go to my scripture and remember what I think of you. When you are in pain, cry to me. Rest in my presence. You are at home. When you think something ask yourself who told me that? If the answer is not directly ME then do not listen.
Love, Your Heavenly Father
