I am my Father’s daughter.

My heart aches for those who hurt, and how much more so when it is at my hands.

But I do not yet have my Father’s wisdom and understanding, allowing the fires to sanctify and refine, waiting for perseverance and time to strengthen and purify.

Over and over, I block people from the arrows meant to come their way, thinking that I will save them. I carry countless burdens that are not my own.

My Father laughs with amusement in His eyes, shakes His head softly, and gently whispers.

Why do you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders when I came to free you of its chains?

I love you so much, for even in your striving, I see the desire in your heart for My Glory. I see your tears that mourn for My people, even as I mourn for them.

But. Let go. Let go.

Trust that the pain will only stretch and fortify. It will never kill, never injure permanently.

Trust in My perfect plan.

Trust in My everlasting love for My people.

Our eyes meet. A burst of laughter rumbles from the deepest depths.

I’m so silly and ridiculous, aren’t I, Father?

Yes. That indeed you are. And I love you the more for it, because that is how I created you to be. You are my dearly beloved.

Silence. A golden one. Perfect understanding without a need for words.

Peace and rest. The perfect moment. With countless to follow.