Run to Me when you are hurt.
Like a child who scrapes her knee races to her daddy, arms outstretched and tears rolling, run to Me.
And I will scoop you into My arms and tenderly tend to your wound and bandage your heart. I will cradle you, softly rocking back and forth until your tears stop.
Over time if it still hurts you can show Me. Let me be your refuge, your strength, and your high tower, and I will apply fresh ointment and a new bandage. And together we will sit—you in My lap—as I soothe your hair and whisper that everything will be okay. Because I am your healer.
My understanding is inexhaustible and boundless, and my plans for you are good. Though your situation may not change, I will heal you and strengthen you. I will never leave your side because I love you. You are My precious daughter and I Am always, always with you.
Whenever it starts to hurt again, come to me. I will hold you, your arms around my neck, our hearts touching.
And when I finally let you go you will run and play and My joy will fill you. Because I restore all things. Because you are precious to Me. And because you are My treasure.
Your Heavenly Father