Dear Precious Daughter,

My bride, my love, come to me. I will not turn you away ever.

You are a fragrant rose to me. As I touch your bruised petals, your fragrance overwhelms me. You are the theme of my song as I sing over you. You have grown in the deep, sunless valley, but you have always been overshadowed by my love.

Daughter, even though that dark valley has been your home at times, and the curse of sin has surrounded you; still, you have remained as pure as a lily. You stand out among the rest, my love, my pure and bright one. You continue untainted by the shadows.

My unrelenting love is pursuing you. I won’t ever stop. My love will find you, even in the places you try to hide. My love gazes into your soul, peering into the portals of your heart, illuminating every dusty, dark corner.

I am a Master Gardener. I will plant seeds of my love in the fertile soil of your heart, water them with my patient, enduring compassion, and brightly shine the Son’s light to awaken the seeds. The harvest of my love in you will be extremely fruitful.

Arise, my love, my darling. It’s time to come. I am drawing out your heart, and I will lead you all the way out into the light.

Now is the time, daughter, my beloved, my beautiful one. For the season has changed. Spring has come. The season of hiding is over. You are hidden no longer.