My Name on the Wind

You are my darling child, My beloved. I gave you your name for a reason, My daughter. Before even time began your story had been written. I already knew the stabs of pain you would feel—I already knew the mistakes you would make and the many places in which you would search for—and yet find no—love. I already knew how many times you would turn from Me to follow your own heart and dreams and desires. And yet, when the moment of your conception came, I allowed you to be formed. As I knit your body together by My own fingers I thought of the life and the soul that would be joined to the skin. Twenty years ago at this time you had only been inside your mother's womb for two months, and yet, I knew you more intimately than you have ever known yourself. I saw your tiny body begin to shape and form. I wove the tapestry of your eyes together and etched the prints into your fingers. I held your tiny hands in Mine—felt the pulses of your beating heart. The months went by quickly and it became time for your mother to bring you forth. Between water and blood came a tiny child—my darling little one. You were no longer a secret to only My eyes—you became born to the world...and though you once knew Me, I have become a stranger to you. My whispers call to you on the breezes, and the flutter of wings spells your name. In every sunset I display My love for you, and every day I pour blessings upon you, but your eyes have been blinded by the darkness of the world around you, and you can no longer see the glory of My face. The tiny hands that I once molded and held now become clenched fists that you shake in My face. You must understand, My darling child, that though I may have the power to change your pain and your heartache, I prize your freedom above My own control. I swore when time began that men would be formed in the likeness of God, and into that likeness you were born. So not only are you free, but every other breathing soul is free as well. And though I love you more than you can ever understand, I will not force you to love Me in return. The choices of men will hurt you all your days, just like I am hurt when you fold your arms and turn away from Me every day. And though you turn from Me, I will not turn from you. My arms will ever tremble to be close to you again—to hold you close inside My arms and soothe your tired heart. You will ever be beautiful in My eyes, my precious one, no matter how many stains scar your heart and make you think they keep you from Me. Let me be your refuge.