Oh little one, tossed and torn, ragged and bruised. I am with you to heal you and calm your storm. This too shall pass, and one day it will even seem beautiful in your eyes. You are constructing your eternity by your responses and your faith. I am constructing your character, more precious than gold, in the likeness of my Son. There are so many things happening in the spiritual realm that you cannot see, things of vast importance. But when I have accomplished my purposes there, I will deliver you from each and every sorrow. Keep believing in me as I believe also in you. I adore you, my dear child. I am singing over you with delight. Absorb my love into your very being. Soak it in and rest in it. It is more real than the things you can see and touch.