I prayed, Father, the pressure is so intense. It feels like I am in a pressure cooker. I want to throw up my hands and say, “I quit!” But I know there must be a reason for this intensity. Father, help me to endure the pain. I do not know Your heart and will on this. Please make it clear to me what You desire. Father, You said they call me rebellious. Won’t You give them the understanding? Would You tell the pastors what I am doing and that it is ok? Father, I am sorry for being known as rebellious. I want to be understood. I want to be loved and accepted. Must I always be alone, even in church? I love You, Abby. Bless You. In Jesus Name.
And God said: Your fruit of righteousness pleases Me. I know the yoke of your burden is heavy. The complexities of man are many. The yoke of which you seek to be released is a great burden. Most do not get to the place to even have that burden, let alone it’s release. I come for you. I come on the wings of eagles. I release you from your sin, from your burden, and from the pain. I know rejection has been upon you since I formed you in your mother’s womb.
It is necessary for Me, as I created you, to make you ready. I made you happy to receive anything that I might give you. You are perfectly adorned. Imelda Marcos has many shoes but you shall have many clothes. You shall be adorned and dressed as a princess, My Child. My holy One awaits Me and My love for thee. Forgive. Shalom.