My precious child, I adore you, though you know it not. It is beyond your understanding but not beyond the ability of your heart to believe. Trust in my love, the love and sorrow poured mingled down from the cross to wash over you and make you clean, white as snow. All I want is for you to curl up in my lap, surrender to my love and listen to the beat of my heart. Men put value in religious things but they are meaningless to me. What I want is your heart, pure and simple, fully devoted to me. You are a woman of action but I desire stillness and communion. I am your Lover that seeks you with a patient urgency as the one lost sheep, never resting til you are in my arms being carried safely home.

The One who died to love you,
Jesus