My children.

The girl that could never see herself in the mirror, always believing the lies and the worst about herself.

She is beautiful.

The boy who thought he had to degrade and beat in order to be considered a man.

He is precious.

The man who lied, cheated and stole from two women at once.

He is forgiven.

The woman who chose to replace fear with intoxication.

She is chosen.

The girl who cries herself to sleep every night because she's so tired of being alone.

She is not alone.

The man who hides from true love, filling the emptiness with materialism.

He is loved.

Oh, how I love you.
How I long for you.
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
in Our image and likeness.

Redemption is here.
Restoration is possible.
No more dreaming,
no more chasing,
no more wondering.
I'm here, my children.
I have always been here.

Taste and see, for I am Good.
I am what you have been waiting for.
Let me be yours,
You have always been mine.