You don’t know me, but I know you. I’ve seen every moment since you’ve been born, and I know your thoughts and feelings before you do. ( alt. I knew you before you were born, before I knit you in your mother’s womb.)

Who are you to say your value is threatened? Did you hang the stars or give man permission to breathe? What do you know of value? Love? Or acceptance?

All you know comes from me. For it is my image meant to reflect in the mirror that you refuse to see. To give you value I gave my son, and love is defined not by this world, but by the sacrifice of one.

You feel alone because no one can compete with your need to be seen, to be heard, to be praised, so you constantly retreat.

You lie awake at night as if worry will give you control and rest makes you weak. Have you considered that I who gave you life can protect it while you sleep?

What have you boasted about that I did not first create? Why not just focus on ME being good in the moment, instead of YOU being great.

You think your achievements will defend you in battle, but you know nothing of war. That’s why I came to your defense before you existed, because I knew your shield would shatter at the sword.

You’re constantly asking people to look your way, but scared of what they’ll see. Does it mean nothing that I’ve seen all of you, and still my arms are open, begging you to come to me.

All this things you’ve attached to your soul, how you look, what you can prove. But I’ve already redeemed you. You’re already whole. What I say of you is all that matters, the end. But you keep seeking more from people I created, trying to rewrite the story over and over again.

You’ve turned inward, no longer aware of the stability I’ve given, no wonder you feel like you’re being torn apart by the world, by the constant tension.

You’re fragile because you tell yourself you’re a big deal. That what I’ve given isn’t enough and you never question how you feel.

You’re handing your life over to the mirror, to this perception of self-glory. You expect me to be there, but remember, I don’t fit into your story. One day, when the mirror cracks and you can no longer determine what is my confidence or your pride, then you’ll see the mirror had you trapped, but a window would’ve shown you outside.

All I’ve asked for is your faithfulness today. for you to wake up and put one foot in front of the other, believing you’ll be okay.

Believe that I will show up for you in the small moments you try to face alone. For those are the moments that change you, that make you who you need to be for when the giant comes and all you have are stones. I hear your cry for help, just as I heard my son’s cries and moans. Don’t forget, I abandoned Him so that you wouldn’t be left alone.

I’m not asking you to face this life on your own. I’m asking you to be a vessel through which my work is done. So every moment you choose to be faithful marks you in such a way, that when the big moments come you are sturdy, and unafraid. And still i’ll be with you in all you’re walking through, because I walked through first, I made the way for you.

You say you trust me with your soul, so trust me with your life. You are part of a story that I am writing, and I know the end. I win the fight.