[I’ve missed a few!]
Shhh…. Be still, my child. Abba’s here. Abba’s got you.
I know it hurts. I’m so sorry you’re hurting. But I’m holding you. I love you, and nothing can ever change that. I will never let you go. I will never stop loving you. No matter what anyone else says, no matter what anyone else thinks or does … I love you.
(But you have to love me—you’re my Abba.)
Yes, I have to love you … because I’m yours, because you’re mine … because I AM … I have to love you. I want to love you. I do love you. I love you because I love. I love you because I am love.
(That doesn’t count. I want to be loved for me.)
Yes, I understand—I want to be loved for me, too. And I know how it feels to not be loved for me. It’s hard. It hurts. So much, in fact, that I could just die. But—oh wait, I did die. I loved and loved and loved so much that it killed me. (Literally!)
My child, you will never be enough for others to love you for you. After all, if I’m not enough …. But you’ll never have to be enough for me—just let me be enough for you.
(I’ll try, Abba. I love you.)
I love you, too, my son. Now hush … be still … and know … that I am God. And I love you.