Are you ready, beloved?
No, Lord. Not yet.
Ok, my love. I will wait.
Are you ready, dear child?
Lord, no, I am too scared.
Child, my love drives out fear, but I will wait.
You must come forth, precious daughter.
But Lord, I don’t know what will happen.
The mountain looks steep.
I cannot imagine climbing it without falling.
How can I ever get to the place of promise?
I have been waiting for you to ask, apple of my eye.
Lift your hands,
Surrender your feet.
Fix your gaze on Me.
Come forth, and we will go together.
Do not delay your healing any longer.
Ok, my King.
I trust you.
Let’s go.
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