Come to me.

Beloved,
I will not fill you unless you ask. I desire for you to come to me, even and especially when you are at your weakest-especially when you fear and doubt-come to me. Come to me in your weariness and confusion, and when your pride is hurting. Come to me when you don't feel; when you are starting to lose your desire for the suffering that brings perfect joy. Come to me and i will give you a greater desire for prayer, if you but ask. I am strong enough for you. My power is made perfect in weakness-even in your weakness. My love is a fruit in season at all times, and my plan is perfect. Beloved, i never tire of loving you. Meditate on my love. When you share me with others, share my love. Practice love. Live love. It is your belonging to me that matters more than anything else. It matters not what you do, but that you love. Wherever you are, whomever you serve-Love.
I am stronger than your greatest strength, and so much bigger than your sin. Let me refine you. Cling harder to me; I am the rock. I am enough-steady and unfailing. I hear every murmur and cry of your heart. I love you. Are you listening to me? I love you. Come to me.