Dear , I am carrying you! Like a father carries his child, like a groom his bride - I have carried you. I have called you to myself and set you on eagles’ wings. When troubles came I kept you under the same wings, my angels bearing you up and your feet never dashing stones.
I am the God who carries you. I see you and know you. Ask the Samaritan woman and Hagar, I waited for them, to meet their deepest needs, even when they didn’t know me. How much more you? Although, you many times forget on whose hands you rest. Do you doubt that same hands that hold the entire world, would hold you? Why do you need a life jacket when you’re carried by LIFE, the very essence of it? You fear you’d run out of air, distracted by the turbulence at this altitude. You forget the one who sustains the birds of the air and holds the breathe of a billion organisms, holds you in his hands. You forget that my ways and thoughts are higher, that this is only the beginning.
Get rid of the lifelines, . Get rid of the weight of fear and sin that easily ensnares you! You’re carried by groomsman, allow me prune and fashion you, dear bride.
In my hands, you crash. You’re wrecked for good and for me. You are dead to the life I have lifted you up from. Your feet are grounded and unshakable, not in the things men find stability in, but in me. Don’t hold back, . Don’t stiffen up. Let me carry you. I won’t drop you. Never have. Never will!
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