Yes, you. I see you. I know the troubles that have lashed themselves to your arms and legs, holding you in place and making it hard to breathe or sleep at night. I know the thoughts that plague you in the dark and deprive you of peace during the day.
Yes, you. I hear you. I know the tearless pleas that rise up from your lips; the asking, the begging, for this one thing to change. I know what you want fixed or, better still, to disappear altogether. And more than that I know the aching why.
Yes, you. I am before and behind you. I am hemming you in, as an older brother of yours once sang long ago. I am still a resting place, a holy hammock cradling you as you hide from your fears and troubles and sorrows. I am Father and Mother and Sister and Brother, holding you closer than your deepest hurts and most terrible, terrified trembling.
Yes, you. Perfect, broken, wonderful, priceless, pushed and pulled and pieced together you. This is a mighty season to be gotten through, but get through it you must and get through it you will. For the divine spark that lies within is not only of My doing, it is also of yours. It flies forth in the presence of Divine flint meeting human steel.
So remember this, dearly beloved you:
You are strong, even when you feel weak.
You are brave, even when you feel afraid.
You are mighty, even when you feel small.
You. Will. Overcome.
Because you see, I made you Myself.
*Sometimes I take the liberty of transmitting into writing the encouragement I have received from God in the Scriptures, through prayer or from His people. This is one of those times, and I offer the words with love and humility.