Where is your light, little one? Don't let it hide. Shine bright. Where has all that passion gone? I know it's within you still. Planted as a seed; let it grow like a weed. Be satisfied. Chin up, little one. I see in you a sheathed blade. I see in you a quivered arrow. Set and ready for use. Only in hiding until Jehovah calls. Chin up. Hidey-ho! Your reward in Him is surely great. Still, I see much pain in you. I see much regret in you. It is true, you are built strong as an oak tree. What is hindering you from your blessing? Surely, it is not that the others have not yet chosen God. In fact, God has chosen you. Is it in the fact that in choosing to wait, your pain surpassed your comfort? Surely, hope is a thing to grasp. If it has no root, it will wither like a weed. Is it the fact that your wounds were developmental? It is so hard to see you limp along in this race, while all else seem to run so well. Surely, Jehovah is a God of compassion. He will fortify you. Does it seem like you watch life pass day by day, year by year, without the tools to really go anywhere. Know your God does not see as these others. Chin up, little one. Today is your day. Where is your light, little one? Shine bright. Shine like a star. For help comes to you today. The type of help to help you see your worth. Help to show you, in this cruel and rabid world, help to show you just how God sees you. He loves you. Even if the world rejects you, Jehovah has chosen you from it. You do not even see. You cannot even yet see the value and worth behind you. So, I tell you, hide yourself if you must. Help comes quickly. Hide yourself if you must. They will all get the greatest surprise of history. You are greater than all of the monarchs. You cannot even see... My little one, remember me when you come into your kingdom. How can I question you when you are a part of me? A greater part of me. You are the one who broke free. Me? I lagged behind truly. I desired these blessings like you. Still, the pain got too heavy for me. The guilt pushed me inward. You are our future. I am able to say, chin up. Brighten up. Hidey-ho! Help comes. Help is coming to enliven the true monarch within you. You are a diamond in a precious jewel. Like the nectar for the bees. Like a soothing pat for a crying child. Like the spark for the kindled wood. Hear me in this: God loves you. Let loose your passions. Let loose your joy. Free your heart. Create memories. Hide. Hide if you must. They will surely get a wake up call. They will believe it is a thing of your choosing. They do not realize darkness will allow no other way. Darkness seeks your soul. They even forget it is God's will. You will get the help you need. When it is over, there will be many broken hearts. They will take comfort in that it was God's will. Who could say that it was what you wanted? You were only telling your story. They knew it was true. Create memories. Love. Live. Be complete. Nobody can take these blessings from you. Not even the Church. God Himself chose you. Chin up. Let your light shine bright. You are the one to build His city.
