A thought from ABBA

Do you know what it means to be called MY Beloved?

You sit there feeling homeless in your spirit, searching for love and meaning so desperate to find a place. I see you in the shadows, afraid of the light for you fear what it might unveil. You fear that you might not belong.

MY Darling, do you know that you are a bride? Do you know how far MY Love stretches or has your mind been tainted by the same old tale of a conditional, shame-based love?

Many hide from their brokenness not realising that it is the very thing that will help them soar.