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I wrote this poem a long time ago - April 2011. All my kids were still at home. Now they’re all graduated from high school and launching out into their incredible lives!

Which one of my children did I write this poem for? It could’ve been any one of them. Then again, it could’ve been God wanting me to hear and receive this message.

It could’ve been localized to a particular instant. Then again, it could be part of the story we are all being invited into - a story of brokenness and restoration.

Maybe there’s a message in here for you.

Perhaps it’s something you’re longing to express to your child. Or maybe God’s whispering these words to you.

I offer it once again - to you, to me, to us.

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My child, I see you and I hear you.

As tears rush from your innocent eyes my heart breaks for you.

You call yourself "Broken”

I call you "Beloved.”

You call yourself "Wounded"

I call you "Wonderful.”

You call yourself "Unloved" and "Unworthy"

I call you "Unaware.”

You are unaware of the potential I see in you, the beauty I see in your soul, the love rushing up in my heart every single time I think of you.

There is nothing more important to me than knowing you and being known by you.

Nothing.

When you feel alone I am not as far away as you think.

When you fear my anger or disappointment I am, at that very moment, on the lookout

waiting to see you on the horizon

returning

to the place where we can once again delight in each other

and your heart can finally know home.