Child, you are wholly and fully found in me. You do not consist of a bunch of broken pieces, held flimsily together by the glue of wishful thinking. My mercy has filled in every crack with the liquid gold of my presence. You are whole, and you are beautiful to behold. Your life is a reflection of my redemption power at work.
Bring me every part of you that feels out of sync, and I will align it in my perfect love. There is nothing that won't come alive when I breathe my Spirit's life into it. Give me your broken dreams, your shattered hopes, and every discouragement of your soul. Bring me your joys, your comforts, and your gratitude as well. It is all a part of your story, and I am weaving it together with the thread of my mercy. I am resurrecting your hope as I breathe my persistent promise into your spirit. You are mine, you are beloved, and you are whole. I will always refresh you and continually renew you with the oil of my love. No, you are not broken, daughter. Not even a little.
From I Hear His Whisper for Women written by Brian Simmons
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