God sees me in that state again. He looks upon me with worry. His disturbing looking face quickly turned into a caring smile. He gets set to work again. He gets ready, happily, for another challenge that's not really a challenge to Him at all. He knows I will listen and He calls out my name over and over again till I do. He tells me it's alright to cry just so I let Him wipe my tears away. He gently guides me to the right path again, being careful not to push too hard. He knows how fragile I am. He's, a loving Father, who takes me by my little hand and steadies me so I can catch my balance. I look to Him with concern and He tells me not to worry, He is right there and will protect me. I am tired and weary and He picks me up and carries me. He smiles giving me hope and love. I lay myself down to sleep and He rubs my head tenderly and stands watching, helping me to get the rest I need. He lets nothing disturb my dreams and pours out love and mercy on me. He tells me how much He really does love me and what a good child I am, whispering that I am beautiful in His eyes. He gently tells me what I must do and points me in the right direction. He is proud of me and my accomplishments and He lovingly forgives me, letting me know to forgive myself. I wake up feeling restored again and I give God my thanks and praise, telling Him I love Him. I get up and start my day. He takes my hand again.
My Child, I will
build you up
again!
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