Because You Are Loved

I made her; she is different. She is unique. With love I formed her in her mother's womb. I fashioned her with great joy. I remember, with great pleasure, the day I created her. I love her smile. I love her ways. I love to hear her laugh. And the silly things she says and does. She bring me great pleasure.
This is how I made her.

I made her pretty and not beautiful, because I knew her heart and knew she would be vain. I wanted her to search her heart and learn that it would be me in her that would make her beautiful and it would be me in her that would draw friends to her.
I made her in such a way that she would need me. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be.

Only because I need for her to learn to depend on me. I know her heart; I know if I had not made her like this she would go her own chosen way and forget me, her Creator.

I have given her many good and happy things because I love her. Because I love her, I have broken her heart and seen the tears she has cried alone. I have cried with her, with a broken heart too. Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone, only because she would not hold my hand. So many lessons she's learned the hard way because she would not listen to my voice.

So many times I have sat back and sadly watched her go her own way alone only to watch her return to My arms, sad and broken. And now she is mine again. I made her, and then I bought her. Because I love her.

I have to reshape and re-mold her to renew her to what I have planned for her to be. It has not been easy for her or for me.

I want her to be conformed to My image, this high goal I have set for her, because I love her.