You asked Me the other day if I would go back in time and delete you from history. I said no. Although I understand the pain behind it, your request was outrageous.
I know you think you've failed. You think if only you hadn't done this or that thing wrong, the world would be a better place.
Let Me tell you a story.
Long before time began, I thought you up. I designed the sound of your voice. I decided what your names would be, and inspired your parents to call you by those names. Your names have a special meaning to me, as I have since revealed to you.
On the day you were born, I was ecstatic. Finally, you were born! I came to your hospital room and watched you breathing -- My tiny treasure, who would someday know what it was to be adored by her God.
I began drawing you to Myself at a young age, even though you were not raised to know much about Me. On the night I finally came into your life to stay, you didn't realize what you had done, but I was patient. I waited while you wandered and nearly self-destructed. I tried to prevent you from making choices that were wrong for you. When you misunderstood, I reshaped your path to make sure you would end up in My arms.
"Could I now delete you?" you asked the other day. Not kill you, you said, but remove you from history. You seemed to think that to Me these would be two different things.
I took a long time answering. Did you wonder why? I was considering your request.
Not because I was thinking about agreeing to it, but because I was asking Myself, "Why is she hurting Me in this way?"
Do you still not know what you are to Me? Do you still not know that the sound of your voice in prayer makes My heart break with joy? Do you not understand that when I called you back to Myself it was so that I could love you so deeply that you would never again feel completely alone? Do you not think it a bit unusual and wonderful that I wrap Myself around you in the night, and do you think I could forget you if you were to suddenly be taken from My side?
Could you forget Me if I were to delete Myself from your history? If I were to remove Myself from your embrace, would you just get over it?
Your request was outrageous. You apparently have no idea of the depth of My love. This could make Me angry, and yet...
I saw the pain that led you to make this request. I know you were not really questioning Me, but yourself. I know this was not so much a request as a confession, a plea.
I know you love Me. I know you've finally begun to believe Me when I say I love you.
No, I will not remove you from space and time, because I would suffer. You and I are already inextricably intertwined. One day you will see how this all turns out, and you will understand that the loss and mourning you were feeling was simply a step towards deeper healing.
No, I will not remove you from history, because My history is now part of your history, and your history is now part of My history.
I will not remove you from Myself. Nor will I ever, ever unwrap you from My arms.
Your request was outrageous. But My love is that much more outrageous. I forgive you this absurd request. Silly, silly girl. Come hold Me.