A letter from God to you and me.

In your beginning,
I delicately formed you in your mother's womb.
A womb that you can not even imagine.
Beautiful and intricate.
But, stern and absent.
And then you were formed by your family.
Left to hold your own, and you did.
And you fought for everything you thought you needed.
You saw a glimpse of me in your adolescence.
You awkwardly sought me in your sin.

And you cried out for comfort when you needed
Mercy and truth.
You cried out for monetary blessings
when you desperately needed spiritual maturity.
And you lashed out when you should have drawn near.
I was watching, just out of reach
from where you wanted to be.
I was the light you could not look at, through the darkness.
I was the love and the hope.
I was the life and the truth.
That you swung your bitterness at, in a drunken rage.
Like an over-sized baseball bat.
Like a warrior's sword, too heavy for a child to hold up.

I am the grace and the mercy.
That you will always need.

Then I whispered in your ear;
and you fell to your knees.
Crying out a drunkard's prayer.
Awkward, clumsy, messy and beautiful.

And then you were like a new born baby.
Needing milk like a baby kitten.

Like a stray dog getting let into the house.

Malnourished and flea bitten.
And I nourished you with every breath.
I quickened your spirit.

You became thirsty and hungry.

And now you are like a sapling
of an oak tree.
And now you are like a adolescent eagle.
Forming new feathers everyday.
And now I will show you my will.
Show you how to trust.
Show you the Way.

You will become like the Son.
You will be the son I always wanted
you to be.
You will be transformed again.
You will be given new life again.
I will patiently bring you new life every morning.
Like you didn't ruin it the day before.
And we will rejoice together,
Like I knew we would from the beginning.