I am

Where is My daughter?

Why is she not coming to Me?

Who is her Father?

I am.

Why is she not listening?

I'm telling her to stay away.

How does she not see?

He is not the one for her.

Though she doesn't give herself away outwardly and this guy would never know of her feelings and thoughts, it is in her mind where her impurity dwells.

She sometimes wants to be alone in her thoughts.

Often, she tries to rid away of these thoughts, for she knows what I want her to do.

"Call to Me, I am."

She does not see the future as I do.

She sees only the possibilities right in front of her.

She often worries for she doesn't fully know how to laugh without fear of the future.

She knows not what lies ahead.

"Trust Me, I am."

Finally, she comes to Me and pours out her heart.

I triumphantly take My daughter under My wing.

I tell her not to worry, "for I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future."

I tell her that I am good.

Yet she still has trouble fully believing these truths.

So I wait for her.

I wait for her to be still.

She grows weary from pursuit. Pursuit of happiness, of meaning, of answers.

I continue to speak gentle whispers, waiting for her to be still before Me.

She comes again and she talks to Me. She sings and dances with Me. She listens to Me. She is still. And she hears.

She hears what she hasn't heard in a long time. She hears that I love her, for I made her. She's reminded that My love for her will never fade, and that no man's love, no matter how great, will ever surpass My unfailing love.

She takes comfort, yet still yearns for an earthly prince. She dreams of him day and night, wondering what he will be like.

If only she continually trusted My plan concerning her life and concerning her prince. My eye is ever on her life. It is ever on her prince. I watch over him day and night  

I am.

Will she keep coming to Me?

Maybe today she'll show up.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe next week.

"Come to Me, I am."

She'll show up when she needs something. She'll show when she feels like it.

As she keeps coming, she'll come not for selfish gain, but in desire to give Me glory.

She rests peacefully, for she knows that I watch over her.

As she keeps coming, day after day, she continues pouring out her heart. She continues to be still. She continues to trust.

As she keeps coming, she realizes that she has all she'll ever need, "I am."

And she knows where her refuge is...I am.