Eyes on Him // Finding Your Way Back to the DanceSample

When I Whisper to You

Daughter, I know. I know. It is not I who whispers, “You are alone.” It is not I who whispers, “No one sees you, cares about you, loves you.” Daughter, I do not delight to see you in pain, to see you suffering. Your heart cries out, in its weariness, in its grief, and oh, child, I pick it up.

I lift you up, child.

I do not leave you sitting there, hopeless. I do not leave you there crying in an empty room. I fill the space in your heart that feels like breaking. I do repair work (my favorite kind), on you.

I know you want circumstances to change. I know you are frustrated and impatient—after all, you have been waiting so long. . . But my plan is not to bring suffering. If there is pain in a moment, in a situation, know, child, I can break through and be a beacon in the midst of it all.

I whisper . . .

Come, my delight, lay all your troubles on Me. Come, darling, your hand belongs in mine, guiding you forward, moving you past sadness and through these walls into the new place I’ve created for you, a place where my light shines in the midst of dark, where my voice quiets all other whispers, where my gaze upon you buoys you up, teaches you how to stand again, reflects back your smile.

Smile, now, child.

Rise for the joy that is yours to receive. Be surprised by the abundance of joy I have to give you.

I do not hold out on you. I do not leave you. I do not turn from you. I know your troubles. I hear your prayers. I know your desires and pleas. Oh, girl, I’ve got you. I know you. Trust me now. Trust how I am here.

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