It's hard for you to accept that you are beautiful in my sight.
You have a heart that looks fragile because it is so delicately and ornately made, but you are strong beneath that fragile, lacy
I am all in all to you.
I am your refreshment. I am your quiet, deep, refuge. Walk with me near the singing springs and refesh yourself.
You belong to me, and if you turn to the ends of the earth, away from my presence; I will give you roses in the snow.
I behold you as one I have taken centuries to fashion with utmost care--carving out the finest
crevices and
dearest niches, every brush stroke unwasted.
Is it a wonder that you are so precious to me?
If you took two days to paint a picture, you would value it more than you value yourself. You
are indeed a fine work of art--more valuable than the finest treasures of this earth.
Your beginnings go back to the dawn of your world, when I conceived you in my heart. Your genes have taken
centuries to prepare before you were ready for birth. I have spent as long placing special gifts in your soul.
covering. You are like rich, deeply colored velvet, covered with antique lace. People may tear the lacy exterior, and this world
may wilt the roses, but the velvet beneath deepens and is more beautiful with the trials you walk through.
The fire of life has textured and engraved exquisite designs into you.
You will feel a lack and a frustration until you accept and welcome me in every area of your life, until
you are ready for total intimacy and oneness with me. Give me every area of your heart and let me fill you with my love.
Let me tenderly touch and caress you with my spirit in the deepest regions where your soul has been violated and injured.
Your scars in that area make you feel ugly, but you are beautiful and tender and delicate.
Drink of my waters that my melody may fill you. Your weariness will fall away like an old moth eaten blanket as you
feel the dreary cold subside. You will sit on the stone hearth in the glow of my roaring fires in the hall of the Ancient
of Days. You will drink of a divine cup and taste of my sweet wines.
Your feet will be washed; you will be annointed with my presence. My oil will comfort old wounds, and grey memories will
slip away. Your mind will be renewed as you listen to my words. I will tell you of the high places where you will dance
with wings. I will sing to you the songs that you will sing to the multitudes. You will rest in me and I will cover you,
love you and protect you from the icey blasts and the sharp, cutting words of the enemy.
if you dwell in time away from my holy mountain where there is no time; if you get lost in the dark corridors
of deception, I am still there for you. I will not leave you but my spirit will hover near you, waiting for you to sense
my presence and remember our love. I will love you until you are consumed in love. I will burn away and shake away all
barriers until you are one with me, for you cannot hide anything from me, your maker.
I will cover you and clothe you in graciousness.
Come to me in humility. Tell me of your needs with complete abandonment, and I will come to you suddenly and completely
until you feel eternity passing through you and realise that I will never leave you nor forsake you.
I will live with you and call you my beloved. 
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