My beautiful princess and bride,

Yes, it is really me. Me speaking to you- the one I love! You are mine and you do hear my voice. The thoughts you have had today. That was me. The pictures in your head. That was me. Embrace them. Write them down. Call them “yours". Better yet call them "ours". I died for you not just to get you to heaven someday but that I could live big and loud in you today and every day throughout all of eternity.

There are ideas in your head and dreams in your heart still waiting to be unlocked. My words are the key. Hear them. Take them in and treat them like new found treasure. For truly there is nothing more valuable or life-giving in this world than my words of Love for you.

There are veins of creativity that run through your blood. Don't compare yourself to others only gaze into the face of your papa God and then and only then will you see yourself for who you really are. He is the Creator! You, my beautiful one, are created in His image. How can you not be creative? You are a "chip off the old block" as they say. You are the bride He created and is still creating for me. I love what I see in you now and what I know is still to come.

Ours really is a true love story. No one else's story is just like ours. Remember our times. Think about them. Write them down. Paint a picture. Write a song. Don't hold back. Others need to hear our story. What if our story is the key that will unlock their heart. Co-labor with me in these last hours. I desire a helpmate. I enjoy reaching others through you. You play a part in my plan that no one else can fill. Come away with me. Completely give yourself over to me and where I'm taking you. Trust me. You are created to run with me to the harvest field. Come, my bride, let's do this thing together. Let's run...

Your loving Bridegroom King,

Lord of the Harvest!