Word from the Lord

My dear, precious child,
The night will come to end. Your tears will not flow forever. I am very concerned about your tears. None of them fall to the ground – I put them all in My bottle. And I wipe away each one of them, understanding the depth of pain in them. I see each one of them…even the ones you choke up and swallow because you want to be strong in the eyes of men though dying slowly inside…or those you stop and freeze in your heart because you’re afraid to feel the depth of the pain and hurt that has been going on for so long that you’ve grown numb in your soul.
You look yourself in the mirror and don’t like what you see. You feel you’re just a shadow now…a shadow of you who used to be…the person you know you really are. But where you are now, you can’t tell how or when things will ever turn around and get better…or who to really be vulnerable with. You’re scared of the future but you try not to show it. You’re used to being strong for everyone else. But inside, you’re just as broken as they are.
I want you to know today, that what puts people off attracts Me. I’m attracted to the helpless, the weak, the ones who have no clue what to do next. I am drawn to you when you are so weak, you can barely whisper a cry for help. I want to be strong on your behalf. I want to be your strength. Today, allow Me. Let go…and just be. Let go….that’s it…yes…let go. Allow Me into the chaos, mess, and pain that’s on the inside. Come into My arms just as you are, naked and unashamed, desperate, weak, tearful and lonely. I will do the rest. Is it not I who made you? I understand. I know what to do. Just come.
I am here. Come.
Deutronomy 33:27(a)
“The eternal God is your refuge and dwelling place,
And underneath are the everlasting arms;
Psalm 56:8
You keep track of all my sorrows.[a]
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.
Your Daddy, who loves you deeper than you can imagine,
God.

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