My Child,
I have seen you.
I have watched every step, every attempt, every breathless moment when you rose again to fight the darkness.
You thought you were alone.
You were not.
When you said, “I will do it,”
I smiled—because I made you bold.
I placed that fire in you.
But even more than your strength, I cherish your heart.
And when you did it and fell,
And got up, and fell again,
I was there—beside you, not judging,
But catching your tears in My hands.
I do not despise your struggle.
I do not tire of your trying.
I am not disappointed in your weakness.
You heard the voice of failure.
Then came the voice of despair.
Then silence.
Then the grave spoke.
But listen to Me now: That voice is not the final voice.
It is not Mine.
Do you remember what I said to Ezekiel?
"Can these dry bones live?"
He said, "Only You know."
And I said, "Prophesy to them."
So I say now—Prophesy to the dry parts of your soul.
Call My breath to enter.
Because I am the God who raises the dead.
You heard the voice of death.
But I speak resurrection.
Jesus did not stay in the grave.
And neither will your calling.
Neither will your strength.
Neither will your hope.
Let Me remind you:
"A bruised reed I will not break,
and a smoldering wick I will not snuff out." (Isaiah 42:3)
You feel like you can’t even try anymore?
I don’t need you to try. I need you to trust.
Fall into My arms. Rest.
Let Me carry you for a while.
I’m not asking you to win. I’m asking you to abide.
"Be still, and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10)
The world teaches: "Do, do, do."
I teach: “Come.”
Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened,
And I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)
I am not disappointed in you.
I am not finished with you.
And I have not changed My mind about you.
Even now, I am breathing new life into what you thought had died.
Trust Me.
Wait with Me.
And when the time comes, we will walk again—together.
I love you.
Always.
– Yahweh
Your Father
Your Healer
Your Resurrection and Your Life