I am especially fond of the weak because they know that they need me. I manifest my power in their lives and my glory shines bright through them. Those that the world scorns, I pick up and nurse, bandage, comfort and restore. Rest in my arms, let me tuck you in and feed your spirit. One day it will all be worth it.

I rejoice over you with singing. I quiet you with my love. You are my chosen one, adored and beloved. Do not believe the inner voices that disagree. Let my love for you define you as the Beloved of God. I cherish you. My thoughts of you outnumber the sands of the seas. I order your steps and your life. There is nothing to fear.

I will use you, even when you feel useless and weak. I am the God who can work miracles with spit and mud. But you are a beautiful creature of infinite value, indwelt with the very Spirit of God. What do you think I can do with that?

Suffering is your teacher, your guide, yet you scorn it. Just BE with it and listen to the lesson. Learn to coexist with negative emotions and experiences; they have profound things to offer you. These things are like seeds. They are not beautiful, but when buried in the fertile soil of my word and tended by the Gardener of your life, they will grow into something beautiful. Suffering becomes a glorious rose bush with a beauty and fragrance that makes it all worth it.