He traveled before you and he travels behind you, trekking the path and guarding
the vulnerable places of your heart.
He knows you by name, the hairs on your head, the dreams in your heart.
He sees your sorrow and weeps with you, He calls you joyful,
He calls you beautiful.
Breathe, child, for your bones are frail and your days are numbered.
Breathe, for in your weakness Your Father is stronger.
From dust you were formed, and to the dust you will return.
But your soul will reap a harvest of joy. Sow in joy, reap in joy.
Though your tears are bitter and your wounds ache.
Though you live in a world that decays with age,
There is a perfume from life that overpowers the stench of death.
He kisses your cheek as you weep, He holds you in His arms and whispers hope over you
in the latest hour of the evening, the earliest hour of the morning.
Every day He sings over you, dances over you, and He sets you apart.
You are never alone, though the hours are long.
Breathe, child, for your mind is a wandering thing.
He is not of circumstance, your Father is not of this world,
Not of time, set in motion only to end. He steps down into time and lingers with you,
He is the scent that does not fade, the love that does not end,
The hope that does not diminish. He is the joy of the ages,
He is the promise fulfilled, He is the faithful One.
And though the dirt of this world may get under your fingernails,
though you drink from a well that will cause you thirst,
Your Father's goodness is greater, His love stronger,
more determined, more jealous, more righteous.
He is the justice that your heart longs for,
Your blood was cleansed and
the truth of the Father now beats through you,
gives you breath, gives you heart, gives you sight.
Breathe, Girl, Breathe in deep, and Have life more abundant.
Joy is not based on happiness, but happiness is a fruit of joy,
And you will have joy , you will have life, let your heart be cleansed,
let it be washed, let it drink long and deep, let it overflow with His strength,
with His might, with His provision.
These glimpses, these echoes, these fragments,
Will become full and whole with time. Will become perfected in the quiet place,
both night and day belong to your Father, let Him refine you in the night.
Though you have hardened yourself, He will soften you,
and you will bloom, child, bloom with the joy of His presence.
Breathe, Child, for your Father is near.
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