They say I am like exquisite stained glass; how can that be?

I am completely broken, what is there to see?

Yes, My child, you are broken indeed.

But I am the Master Craftsman who restores who you were meant to be.

Bring Me all the pieces, watch what I can do.

A willing heart is needed and endurance to see it through.

I work in ways you cannot comprehend.

I will do all that I intend.

Your life will look different, it will look more like Me.

Allowing My light to shine forth for all the world to see.

So come as you are, don’t hesitate too long.

I am eager to get started and move things along.

My work will never cease until you are with Me.

I will take you from glory to glory.

Thank you, Father, for loving me.

For transforming me so beautifully.

 I can now see just how exquisite I can be.

Like stained glass, masterfully created by Thee.

On this journey to eternity, the Lord will sanctify you and me.

To make us holy, as we are called to be.

He takes us as we are, but doesn’t leave us the same.

Stripping us of all things, contrary to His name.

He renews our mind so our thoughts align with His.

Shaping us, empowering us, into Christ likeness.

He begins a good work in us and promises to see it through.

Bringing it to completion, making all things new. 

My soul speaks the truth,

I am enough.

Worthy because of 

Who I am.

I have the wisdom to let go,

The strength to remember,

The courage to step out

With confidence because

I am enough.

Failure can't shame me,

Fear can't overwhelm me, 

Distractions can't preoccupy me.

I am imperfect and

I am enough.

I am His

Mistake-free creation

Here for such a time as this,

The facts don't lie, 

I am loved.

Accepted.

Forgiven.

And free.

I am enough and will always be.

In shadows deep and valleys wide,  

A tender heart, a soul confides.  

Beloved child, in grace you stand,  

Crafted gently by My hand.  

Each hair that falls, each tear that streams,  

I know your fears; I hold your dreams.  

From the very start, you were My choice,  

In quiet moments, hear My voice.  

You are not lost, nor do you stray,  

With every dawn, I guide your way.  

Your path is lit by love divine,  

My plans for you are pure, benign.  

In struggles faced and trials bold,  

I am the rock on which you hold.  

With open arms, I draw you near,  

In every heartbeat, feel Me here.  

Through Jesus' death, your life was bought  

A bond unbroken forever sought.  

He came to show the depth of grace,  

In every moment, find His face.  

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So walk in confidence, My dear,  

In every joy, in every tear.  

You are My treasure, cherished, bright,  

Your existence sparks My light.  

Be still and  know 

I will never go.  

With every step, remember, be free,  

For you are forever a part of Me.  

In my barrenness, I often lament, 

“Father, why must I bear such torment?” 

On bended knee I pray for my sorrow's end, 

Yet You remind me that through trials, mercy You send. 

You comfort me as I walk this difficult road, 

Restoring my soul so my heart does not grow cold.

You are my Artistic Master holding my blank canvas so bare,

Transforming my deep sorrow with colors rich and rare.

With each gentle brush stroke, I rise and I soar,

Finding strength in Your transition, I fear not anymore.

Your hope fills my heart like the dawn’s early grace,

It's the boundless love of my Father I cling to and embrace.

The blanket of hope, infused. 

The heart of one poured into another

has come back, full circle. 

A blessing of hope

cascading over each one of us. 

Like a waterfall

into the river of life. 

We carry a bit of each other’s 

heart with us, so that

our hope well never runs dry. 

When our own hope is depleted,

we can simply pull from our reserve, 

a reservoir of deep. 

Now that our blanket of hope

has returned from its journey,

it’s ready to make its mark.

On a heart in desperate need.