My child, I see you and I hear you.
As tears rush from your innocent eyes my heart breaks for you.
You call yourself “Broken”
I call you “Beloved”
You call yourself “Wounded”
I call you “Wonderful”
You call yourself “Unloved” and “Unworthy”
I call you “Unaware”
You are unaware of the potential I see in you
…the beauty I see in your soul
…the love rushing up in my heart every single time I think of you
There is nothing more important to me than knowing you and being known by you.
When you feel alone I am not as far away as you think.
When you fear my anger or disappointment I am, at that very moment, on the lookout…
waiting to see you on the horizon
To the place where we can once again delight in each other