a prism

                                   My beloved one ~
                            for just a moment you are thrown
                                  into a story that isn't about you
                                        yet is about you.

                                       fear strikes deep.
                                       you look for a place to hide.

                                            then you whisper My name.
                                                 and. here. I. am.
                                    allow yourself to sink into My arms.
                                 the reality of pain, My child, is real.
                              especially pain resulting from evil.
                              and the question your heart
                              asks of Me over and over is profound:
                                      "where. were. You?"
                                                  perhaps even:
                                                          "where. are. You?"

                                      

                                               O My precious child,
                                           I was there. never did and
                                       never will I leave you!
                                    My own tears mingle with yours.
                                 and listen closely, My beloved...
                                 what the enemy means for evil
                                      I always use for good!
                                            every moment
                                            every circumstance
                                            everything that ever happens
                                                  is part of your story.
                                                  is part of our story.

                                      now enter My story for a moment.
                              from the dawn of time, I knew.
                        I knew what would happen.
                   the plan of redemption was laid out
                   before the morning stars first sang.
               I knew My precious Son would leave heaven...
            leave My side and become one of the created.
                 I knew the dusty paths He would have to walk.
                 I knew the rejection and ridicule He would face.
                 I knew the agony He would suffer
                    and I knew I would have to turn My face away.
                    and I already heard His cry,
                         "My God! My God! 
                    Why have You forsaken Me?"

                                      I. knew. all.

                            I knew His side would be pierced.
                            I knew He would be laid in a tomb.
                            I knew three days would pass.
                            but I also knew that Sunday would come!
                                     I knew He would rise again!

                                I allowed all this to happen.
                                      and do you know why, My child?
                                             because I love you.
                                             because I love every heart
                                                which has beat, is beating,
                                                or ever will beat.

                       I defeated death and the enemy forever!

               are his forces still at work?
                   oh yes.
                       does he have any power over those who call
                            on My name?
                                  no.
                                        you are Mine!
                                        you are washed in My blood!
                                        you are My bride, dressed in
                                             beautiful, purest white.

                               when you whisper My name
                         you are reminded that you are Mine.
                    fear has no power over you.
                    and I promise that always I am taking that
                     which appears to be in ruins...
                     that which the enemy meant for evil...
                          and bringing beauty unimaginable!
                               that which was shattered in now a
                                   prism through which My light and
                                         My love shine in radiance.
                                      and you, child, are that prism.
                                   the pieces of glass once shattered 
                                 are held together by My hand of
                                    loving tenderness
                                       and My light shimmers and dances
                                           through the beauty of you.