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Daughter, how wonderful is a song. How beautiful are the words that bring you back to me.

My love, listen. Listen to the songs that tell who I AM. It is who you are, the songs, the words, the wisdom I give freely, rhythmically to you, for you. My love, breathe and listen. Breathe. And listen.

I love you. I know you. I give you all. All.

Do not worry that it is gone. Do not believe the lie that it is far, too far for you. I am near. I am not away, nor waiting for the right time to come, to sing over you, my love. Do not be afraid to hear it, to not hear it. It is here, near. Ours.

It is in the depths, where you are, where I AM, where you are going, where you will never go, where I AM.

My daughter, breathe because I have breathed. Listen because I have given you ears, heart, mind. My love, would I give them to you if they were not needed? No, my love, I do nothing by accident, in happenstance, on a whim or a chance. No, my love, it is constructed. Your breath. My breath.

It is music. Our breath.

Do you hear it?

Do you hear it, my love?

Listen. Breathe. Listen. Breathe.

Listen.

Listen to love. It is the song written, sung for you.

Do you trust the sound? Do you listen and see me? Do you listen and see you? We are together, my love. Together in song, in word, in body and heart and mind and heart and strength and song. In song, my love.

Listen to the song. Listen, and you’ll hear. If you let go.

See Psalm 51; Song of Solomon; Zephaniah 3:17

These links share just a glimpse of the story God is telling us. When you have time, read a chapter or two around the verses to get the context and see the whole picture. My preferred Bible translation is the New Living Translation, so all links will be in that version.

Daughter, I am always near.

You can come to me on and off the page. I have not gone, my daughter. Yes, you are still mine.

Daughter, you are changing, growing. Do not be ashamed of the woman you are, whom I have created. Have I not made you artist, mother, wife, worker? Have I not chosen you for this time — with these, here, now? Did I not make you with my hands? With my own?

My daughter, you are my own. You have come far, though you have not arrived. Not fully. You will keep arriving. One place, then another. One thought, then another. One idea, one exclamation, one burst of creativity and love and dancing in your mind and soul and body, then another. Daughter, each day, you arrive. Closer. Do not fight the close of one day. It ushers in another.

My daughter, you are so weary, I know. Rest. Sleep, close your eyes, let time move. Let me move it, move you. Let me move you from dream to dream to daylight to morning to afternoon to the close. The close of the day, the dance, the light that burns, glows, lives somewhere else, just then. It lives so it will be where you are, when you awake, when I stir you, show you what you can only see in the light. Oh, my daughter, there is so much to show you. It is not all the same, as you think. It is new each day, with Me. It is what you have sought. Only look in the light, my dear one. Look out, in, around, behind. Is it not everywhere? Is light not all around?

Walk and feel and love and know, know, my love that it is, that I AM, near, here, inside, outside. Everywhere.

My love, you think you have missed me, disappointed my expectations, my plans, my light. Oh, daughter, you forget I AM. You forget I do not disappoint. I do not become disappointed or make disappointment. I create appointment, appointed. I created you, my daughter. Do not forget. I create not to disappoint, not to underwhelm.

I create for you.

See John 12-13

These links share just a glimpse of the story God is telling us. When you have time, read a chapter or two around the verses to get the context and see the whole picture. My preferred Bible translation is the New Living Translation, so all links will be in that version.