My daughter, there is one thing I need to tell you. You need not strive. Working hard is good. Serving Me, with your life, with your heart, thinking of others more than yourself, is good.
My daughter, I see you. I know where you’ve been. I know where you’re going. I know you are grown, and that you are afraid and you still feel a little girl inside. Do you know I call you to be free? Do you know it breaks my heart to see you in such pain?
My daughter, my delight, you don’t need to compare yourself to one single person. There is a wedding coming, a wedding where you are dressed completely, by my love. You are surrounded by my love. You walk deeper in my love.
I love beginnings. I love surprises. I love hope. I love family. I love children. I love my children. I love the stories of my family, all my children, and how each moment is another day of beginning. It is another birth, another white page. And in the beginning there was no color, and I added color. […]
My daughter, you are the one I made. You are the one I crafted. You are the one I adorn with garlands, with beauty I see, with beauty that sweeps Me off my feet.
I love you.
My daughter, I am your strength. No matter where you go and where you turn, my love for you does not change. I want to be with you.
I am not obligated to love you because I am your Father. It is not something I have to do. But I do.
My darling, you don’t have to worry about how to distinguish yourself, with Me. You don’t have to worry about standing out, being noticed. You don’t have to try so hard. I see you. You can’t make Me love you more.