Oh little one, tattered and torn. I will shorten your travail. I am numbering the hairs on your head and carefully tending to each detail in your life. To those who reject me I am stretching out my arms, longing for them. Imagine, then, how close I am to those who love and seek me as you do. You are worried and bothered about so many things, but only one thing is necessary, and you have found it. Seek my face day by day and everything else will fall into place. I love you, dear child.

See far. Look up from your day-to-day struggles, pains, imperfections and regrets into eternity. This earth is like ripping a Bandaid off. It hurts for a moment, but life is so brief. Yet in this life, you are creating, carving out, your eternity by your attitudes and responses. Your faith in me pleases me and will make a huge difference in that eternity. No more tears, no more pain, no more goodbyes, just joy, delight and beauty forever more. Those who suffer the most have been especially chosen for a greater eternity. Hold on, my child, I will come for you one day, sooner than you think.

You are beaten down and discouraged. Those things don't come from me, but I am the answer for your deliverance. A bruised reed I will not break. Do not be surprised as if something strange were happening to you. All men suffer, as did my son. This too shall pass, my child. I have a solution for every problem. I would not have revealed the problem to you unless I also had plans for a solution. Praise me ahead of time for the answer. I am always with you, always healing.

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.