Please don’t run away from the girl I’ve made, hand-stamped with beauty, with talent, with a way to see Me and hear me unlike anyone else.
When I wrote your story, your beginning made me smile. You captured Me in how the details of your story were crafted.
You were held far before you were born.
Your story gives life with my voice. I know there are things you’d like to forget, details you wish weren’t part of your story. But the story is still beautiful, girl.
So, listen, how might we, together, look at your story through my eyes? I speak, and light appears. My hands crafted your frame. My breath is your breathing in and out. Let Me show you beginning again, and how the jagged points when you feel your heart breaking are places where you can be made even more beautiful and strong, the pruned branch grafted onto the vine.
I’ve never lost you.
You have always been in my sight, your story on my lips and the story yours to tell. To whom can you tell your story? Whom do I bring to you? Who needs to know what it means to breathe the beginning, breathe the story of Life?
God knows our life , from beginning to end and all the in between a
Our thoughts our feelings our needs our wants , even in our dark moments He’s their waiting for us to embrace us and continue our stories through His eyes not ours and others but HIS.