(God sees you, Beautiful. He’s madly in love with you. How can I convince you?)
Lord, You see her beauty, both inside and out. But she feels so ugly and unworthy. How can I help her see the truth? She’s lost all hope. How do I let her know You are her hope? You’re the One who loves her more than she’ll ever know.
Tell her I do love her. She is beautiful to Me. I know she’s unable to fathom the depths of My love for now, but it’s waiting for her. I long for her to look in My direction. Nothing can destroy My love for her, not even her rejection, not even when she pushes Me away due to the weight of her unanswered prayers. I still love her.
It does break My heart when she rejects My love and the guidance of My wisdom. I love her even as she gropes in the darkness of pride and self-independence. She searches in hopelessness for a way out and thinks she can find her way in self-sufficiency, but I am the all-sufficient One. I’m all she needs for I am the great Provider. But she can’t see this for the darkness has engulfed her.
I am the Open Door to her freedom and the escape from all that holds her in bondage. I am the Way, the Truth, and the Light. I have all her answers in My hands of love. If only she would run into My open arms of comfort waiting for her. Then she could experience the fullness of love she longs for. She thinks another can give her this love, but only I am capable of the love she seeks. If only she would come to Me. I would show her true love.
Lord, she considers herself ugly, undeserving, and not worthy of Your love. She doesn’t see herself as beautiful at all. She only sees what she perceives as a life of failure. When she looks in the mirror her eyes focus on the rolls of cellulite, flabby arms, leg size, and her sagging stomach. As she runs her hands down her body, she feels embarrassed and ashamed, also trapped and unable to escape.
Her ears listen for the critical, judgmental words of others. She’s apprehensive of them for she expects their criticism. Lord, at this time in her life, she’s overwhelmed and given herself to hopelessness. Sometimes self-pity shows up to harass her as well.
Yes, My child, I know how the enemy has her defeated. Tell her of My love. Tell her how My eyes see her as perfect and glowing with untouched beauty. Ask her if she remembers the last time she held a newly born infant. Ask her how did it feel to look in the face of a newly born miracle. Then tell her that as I look at her, I see her as a beautiful miracle. Just as the infant has a whole unlimited future of promise ahead, so does she. I have a future of hope and the prosperity of My love already prepared.
The physical body is just an outer shell covering the heart of her soul. That’s what I look at, her soul. My eyes behold the beauty and perfection of her compassionate heart so concerned for the pain of others. Even though she’s unable at to comprehend the depths of My love for her, tell her anyway. When I look at her I see a glorious beauty full of royalty and grace. Tell her I desire her love in return, for My eyes are filled with her beauty.
I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely, For My anger has turned away . . . Hosea 14:4
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39