Dear Daughter,
I have called you from the depths of depravity. Where your whole vast expanse of love, life, and laughter spill out among the throngs of your pain and fear. My intense desire to uphold your frame and speak truth over you keeps me in pursuit of your soul. Can you hear me calling?
I have seen you through many eyes and seen you before an array of merciful people. My mercy seat has been waiting for you to rest and take your comfort within Me. Come love, Come.
The creative washing the wisp-full pouring out of, so you can become part of, is worth every moment. Singing the true glories and dancing the warrior ways of our friend the Holy Spirit, I foreshadow the Great Feast you are welcome to dine at. Dance little one Dance.
I am not encumbered by the barriers of man nor laden by the grief of a hope deferred soul. In fact I can hold more if you entrust your burdens to me. Let it Go. Cast them off.
Trust the daring drive within you to become everything you dream. See to it you be yourself on purpose and take honor in all you accomplish in my Name. You are not a mistake Daughter. Your failures are being made right. Even Now.
Sincerely,
Papa.
P.S. I Love You.
