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.

Oh little one that I adore. You can never perceive or experience the heights and depths of my love for you. It is eternal and infinite, enduring and following you forever. My angels surround you, whispering truth and encouragement when you need it. My Spirit lifts your head up. Look up and see your Redeemer comes. Soak in my love, abide in me, and together we will endure.

I am on a healing mission in your life. I heal from the inside out. My healing takes forms that will surprise you. You may pray to be healed from cancer, but find that I heal a relationship instead because it is more important in the eternal scheme of things. But I always heal. Jehovah Rophe is my name, the God Who Heals. Healing is not something I do; it's what I AM!

Slow down, my child. You rush ahead of me. Walking in the Spirit is walking with the Spirit, at my pace. Step by step, like a dance, like lovers strolling and holding hands. Much of your stress and pain come from hurry. Breathe. Sense my pace, and keep in step with me.