In the corner, she stands. Back to me, head down, she refuses to listen; she refuses assurance. Her face pressed against the wall, she’s sure I don’t care. Or that I do, but that the caring doesn’t suit her needs. She’s sure she knows best.
But she doesn’t.
She’s young. I’m old.
She’s lacking and near-sighted. I’m omnipotent and wise.
She just thinks she knows.
But I do.
So I’ll pursue her. Over and over. Initially and subsequently, all the days of her life.
My love will draw her from the corner of fear; from the self-pity; from the lonely tantrum. My love will draw her out from her sulking, out from her corner.
Only My love will.
“The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.”(Zeph. 3:17)
Only His love will draw you from your lonely corners.
Only His love.