My beloved child,
come sit with Me a moment,
and let My gaze rest upon you.
You have looked at yourself through many mirrors—
some cracked, some clouded,
some handed to you by voices that never saw you rightly.
But I want you to see what I see.
When I look at you,
I do not see failure or lack.
I do not see the shadows that try to cling to your memory.
I do not measure you by the moments you stumbled.
I see you through the eyes of the One who formed you—
the eyes that dreamed you before time began.
I see strength in you you haven’t recognized yet.
I see purity being restored,
hope rising again,
purpose unfolding like dawn over the mountains.
I see the battles you’ve fought in silence
and the tears you thought no one noticed—
they are jewels in My hands.
When I look at you,
I see the fingerprints of My own Spirit,
the reflection of My Son’s victory,
and the tenderness of My heart woven into your being.
Child, you are not what your fears whisper.
You are not what your past claims.
You are not what the adversary accuses.
You are what My eyes declare you to be—
chosen, cherished, carried, and crowned.
If you could see yourself even for a moment
from My viewpoint,
you would never doubt your worth again.
You would love yourself with the gentleness I hold for you.
You would walk with the confidence of one clothed in glory.
Come closer.
Lift your chin.
Look into My eyes.
And behold the truth:
you are My delight,
My joy,
My beloved child.
come sit with Me a moment,
and let My gaze rest upon you.
You have looked at yourself through many mirrors—
some cracked, some clouded,
some handed to you by voices that never saw you rightly.
But I want you to see what I see.
When I look at you,
I do not see failure or lack.
I do not see the shadows that try to cling to your memory.
I do not measure you by the moments you stumbled.
I see you through the eyes of the One who formed you—
the eyes that dreamed you before time began.
I see strength in you you haven’t recognized yet.
I see purity being restored,
hope rising again,
purpose unfolding like dawn over the mountains.
I see the battles you’ve fought in silence
and the tears you thought no one noticed—
they are jewels in My hands.
When I look at you,
I see the fingerprints of My own Spirit,
the reflection of My Son’s victory,
and the tenderness of My heart woven into your being.
Child, you are not what your fears whisper.
You are not what your past claims.
You are not what the adversary accuses.
You are what My eyes declare you to be—
chosen, cherished, carried, and crowned.
If you could see yourself even for a moment
from My viewpoint,
you would never doubt your worth again.
You would love yourself with the gentleness I hold for you.
You would walk with the confidence of one clothed in glory.
Come closer.
Lift your chin.
Look into My eyes.
And behold the truth:
you are My delight,
My joy,
My beloved child.
