As a little girl I had hopes, dreams, I loved deeply and enjoyed life. I was so precious to my Father and He too had such hopes and dreams for me. From the moment He fashioned me He fell in love. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. Tears fell down His eyes as He held me, His precious daughter. He watched me grow; I made Him laugh with the silly things I’d do. My tender heart caused Him to smile. How beautiful I was in His eyes.
There was also a sharp pain in His heart as He watched me, for He also knew what was to come. He knew I would not understand. At such a tender age it would seem that people would want to destroy me. My Father would weep for the pain and suffering I would endure. He knew He had the power to stop my suffering; a suffering that would leave me numb and lost. He understood because His Son had suffered a great suffering for the sins of all mankind. My Father knew I would someday have an even greater understanding of His suffering because of what I would suffer. I would see His suffering and understand the pain and the torment He went through. Then I would see the hope, the beauty in His suffering. His beauty would then reflect in my face.
Until then I would feel so alone and abandoned. How would He help me understand He was with me? He had His arms wrapped so tightly around me, loving me, but I would not know. As evil took over my body tears would run down His face, He would weep loudly and painfully. His groans would be so loud that all of heaven could hear. He would feel all my pain. He would feel the tearing of my soul and the tears that would not come. "Vengeance is mine He'll cry!" "You will not destroy her! For out of evil I will create beauty. Out of ashes I will create a garland." "Oh my child, I will not leave you."
As I sat on His lap tears run down His face, He knows that His precious little girl will walk through years of pain that she will not understand until she is grown. He held her tightly and whispered, "My Beloved, I love you, I will walk with you."