LISTEN.

LISTEN, DAUGHTER.
I care for you.
I care about your heart.
You're hurting. You're scared. You're keeping time to a beat that isn't mine.
Stop, stop stop.
Stop.
You want to put on a hall program? I've decided no one is going to come. Because I'm going to create a pocket of time for you to encounter me and my peace.
Your ways are not my ways. And your future does not belong to you.
Breathe.
Empty yourself.
You are full of your own ideas. They're not mine.
Empty yourself.
I'll fill you up with hopes for the future that are more real than your fears.
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Come on the adventure.
Stop asking where we're going.
You'll miss the entire point of the journey right now.
Be with me.
Be with me.
Enjoy my presence, our conversation, the crunch of our steps on the path I'm taking you on, the scenery of the season I have you in.
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Listen to me, little lost girl, and I will give you the strength of a woman who is weak.
Listen to me, weary wanderer, and I will give you the purpose you long for.
Listen to me, thirsty Joanna, and I will satisfy you with waterfalls.