A Love Letter from Jesus.

I just want to remind you how special and unique you are. I saw and formed you long before you were conceived. I fashioned your whole body, the arms, legs, face, eyes and hair. I loved you deeply then, and still do now. 

I have always had a plan and purpose for your life, and if you trust me, I will fulfill your deepest desires. 

Yes I know your faults and failings, but that's not how I see you, they don't define you, I as your creator and father have the privilege to do so.

Recall the days of youth, carefree and barefooted pleasure, in shorts, shirt off enjoying the warmth of the sun? 

I want to take you on adventure like that once again. A refreshing cool swim in the lake, a huge smile on your face. The sunlight reflects, glinting off the gently moving waters. The squishy mud between your toes, face and eyes bright with expectation, the breeze gently caresses your unkempt hair.

Taste and see that I am good, better than peaches and cream. More glorious than the fragrant flowers in bloom in Namaqualand. Even the alluring scent of the bushveld and the song of the insect's, and know; I have made you in the same way. 

You have talents and gifts, imparted by me in the womb, and refined by use. Creative capacity is within you, by my design. 

You are my Son, chosen by me, adopted, redeemed and uniquely mine, fully loved and accepted, by me your God.

Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit 

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

Psalms 139:13‭-‬16 NIV




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