The Book of your Life

Your life in my hands is like a book with every page filled and written neatly on by My hand.
Your life in your hands is like a book with scattered words written across the pages. Not making sense to you or those who read it. Torn pages, glimpses of hurt and pain. A story only half written, unorganized and not legible.
I have your life written out the way it should be in a fulfilling way. Hurt and sorrow are written upon the pages but hope and life are there also.
Let me take the pen you hold in your hand that writes the scattered broken pages of a book you were not meant to author. I will open my book and you will walk out all I have written for you ....
I am the the author and the finisher.
Allow my will to flow through you..Beauty, creativity..All I give to you..
Yes you are a mess but you are my mess.I love you just as you are..
If only you would allow me to show you the pages I have written for you...You are in such an emotional struggle..I am here...I have not left..I am not far from you..I will show you my goodness if you allow me to.
You write, scribble and throw away pages your trying to make-make sense. Pages only I can write and have written already.
Each stroke of the pen..hurt, pain, despair..Why child?
Allow me to overcome the life that scribbles those pages and watch what beauty can be written in between those lines of hurt...
I am here..I love you..I have not rejected..I am the author of the book you try to write..The book of your life..