If I had established you, before you were established in me, where would you be right now?

Who would you be?

Would you be proud?

The meek inherited my kingdom, and that doesn't mean the small.

It doesn't mean the walked upon.

It means the surrendered. Not to man,

to me, to love, the ability to soften. As you listen, not just to this voice, but when you're hearing them, you soften inside, outside. You can still refuse. But inside,

you're softened. You feel the light that I am, that you are. There's a smile in your heart.

No matter what the world looks like, no matter what it throws at you, throws up

on the screen, illusion, distraction, you look out from love, not for love. You're not looking,

you're not scanning for love, for appreciation. I've brought you to where your reputation is, to where your recognition is,

to where your name will be known in me. You're known in heaven. And that's what matters. Keep doing good.

None of it is wasted. I love you.