Oh my beautiful lamb, I have made you without flaw or blemish for your good and my glory. Find your worth in Me, for you are a creature of infinite value. Also find your rest in Me as I carry you next to My heart. Feel your weight relaxing into the strength of My everlasting arms, arms that will never, no never, let you go. Be still with me in that safe place.

I have deep, tender affection for you like a child has for a beloved pet. I died to have your company; come and feast on the banquet I have prepared for us. I delight in you; delight yourself in Me. I am with you, even to the end of the age.

Oh my precious little one. You have feared me in a way that is not wholesome and pulled away from me like the sinful man with his talent.  Return to me my beloved with all your heart, all your mind, all your soul, and all your strength. I am your handsome Husband, standing with open arms and tender love awaiting your return. I will pursue you like Hosea even though you forsake me for other lovers until our love is undefiled and complete. My heart is tender and soft toward you. I feel your pain and sorrows. I died for them. Come to me and I will make you whole and we will delight in one another for all eternity!

I, Jesus, see your wounds and I come to you like the Good Samaritan came to the one who had been robbed and beaten, afraid and stripped of self-esteem. Religious people have added to your wounds and passed you by, but I have seen and had compassion on you and stopped. I am pouring Oil and Wine on your wounds and binding them up. Flee the things of earth that will burn like stubble, and indulge yourself in my presence that is as the richest of foods to your soul (Psalm 63:5). Gorge yourself on my Word, and I will reveal my glory of greater pleasure than all the delights of this world. I do not want a religious checklist from you. What I want is for you to love me with all your heart, mind, soul and strength. You are so beautiful to me, my beloved. Come with me!

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