A love letter from Jesus

My husband encouraged me to post this. It was an assignment I had for my Spiritual Formation Class last week. I had to write a love letter to myself from God. Oh my! How in the world do you do that? I began to pray and meditate on how He has loved me throughout my life. This letter was the result and He met me in some very surprising and personal ways through it. I now see Him standing with me in many more scenes from my past where I had missed His presence before.


My Dearest Jenny,

Ages before you were born I spelled out my love for you. It has been scattered in the heavens, tucked into every detail of creation, written in the Word, and fleshed out with my very life.

I greatly anticipated the day of your birth when your parents, whom I chose for your nurturing, would gaze in wonder at the beauty I designed before I spoke the world into existence.

You felt me whisper my love as I sent a breeze to wisp across your baby soft cheeks, laughter floating along your baby breath in response.

I was there when you played princess in the solitude of your backyard imaginings, unaware that you were indeed royalty and that I was the Prince you dreamed of. I had already come to your rescue defeating the black witch who once held you captive in her stone cold dungeon. As you sang into the wishing well of innocent girlhood hopes, I received the songs as prayers for your life, handling them as sweet treasures.

I ached with you as your body quickly matured and your spirit struggled to keep up. I cherished you when hatred for yourself was consuming. I was with you there, capturing each tear though you felt so alone. I saw then what you could not; rich beauty which concealed in its depths precious gems yet to be discovered.

When you shone like a star on the stage, I was your front row. It was My adoration you sought, My applause you longed so much to hear…and still do.

I lead you by your overwhelming desires to those of Mine who would teach and inspire you. I accompanied you into adulthood overjoyed by your invitation to take your hand. Your heart was drawing nearer; mine rejoiced.

I journaled every season of your story on my heart; every wave of guilt and freedom, every whim of fancy, every dream sacrificed, the wooing and the wedding, disillusions and new hope, forgiving and healing, each conception and birth. I picked you up and held you when your sinfulness stung. I sang of My redemption as I enveloped you in white.

It was I who mended the torn fabric of your marriage and fused you together with forgiveness, grace and passion. Your union is a masterpiece reflecting well Myself and my Church Bride.

I delight to see your understanding of our Father grow richer as I shepherd you through the thick of parenting riddled with its own set of joys, fears, failures, laughter and desperate moments. Remember always; I AM their Shepherd. I will be there for them in their stories as I always have been in yours.

And now as together we approach new thresholds, I encourage you, walk through with boldness! Continue on in our story, Beloved. Journey deeper, closer with me and you will shine ever more radiant as you glory in my love that’s never ending, never failing, ever embracing you with grace until the day I sweep you off this earth and carry you over the final threshold into the eternity of happily ever after.

Forever yours,
Jesus