To the little girl in the emergency room,
I see you sweetheart. I see you stealing glances at me as I smile and wave to your baby brother. I see that curiosity, that wonder racking your mind. Maybe it’s because I’ve been speaking life and peace over you as I watch you out of the corner on my eye.
I dare to steal full glances at you. You become more comfortable as I turn from your baby brother to you, smiling, still speaking life and peace silently under my breath.
You dare to look back at me. And that’s when I see it, the hurt and pain, both physical and emotional and spiritual. I see the sadness there.
I wonder, as I only can, trying not to judge but rather intercede on behalf of.
Later, we meet again through those doors past the waiting room. Your aunt is with you, but I know your heart really longs for Mama. But she’s taking care of baby brother. He needs her too.
I can overhear snippets of the words your aunt utters. And little love, I want to speak quiet and gentle, but loud to your soul, that you ARE loved.
Dear sweet girl, you are beautiful, with a beauty that transcends looks and runs ever so deep past who you are and have been created to be to who He is. He, the be all and end all, is that which defines beauty. And He created you in His image.
Little love, you are enough. Yes, you have made mistakes, just like the rest of us, and there is messiness all around you, but honey, regardless of what you do you will always be enough because He says so. Find rest in that truth and cast off the shame that this world tries to instill in your heart.
Dear one, please, run to Him. Trust me when I say I know that it’s not all rainbows and roses. This life is full of heartache and loss and brokenness. But I promise you, when you rest in Him, under the shelter of His wings, you will be enabled to see beauty and joy in the midst of the mess. It won’t be easy, but it will be possible.
Finally, dear heart, with the authority given to me by Christ himself, I speak life into you. Abundant life, life that comes from the soft breath of the Spirit breathing deep into your heart, mind and soul. And I speak peace deep into your young heart. The peace that surpasses understanding, the peace that, when everything seems be to falling apart around us, holds us steady, planted firmly on the Rock.
Remember, you are loved and valued beyond measure, not because of what you do or where you come from, but because of who He is, and because of who He says you are.
You are loved.
You are worthy.
And you are beautiful.