“Listening to that voice with great inner attentiveness, I hear at my center words that say:
‘I have called you by name, from the very beginning. You are mine and I am yours. You are my Beloved, on you my favor rests. I have molded you in the depths of the earth and knitted you together in your mother’s womb. I have carved you in the palms of my hands and hidden you in the shadow of my embrace. I look at you with infinite tenderness and care for you with a care more intimate than that of a mother for her child. I have counted every hair on you head and guided you at every step.
Wherever you go, I go with you, and wherever you rest, I keep watch. I will give you food that will satisfy all your hunger and drink that will quench all your thirst. I will not hide my face from you. You know me as your own as I know you as my own. You belong to me I am your father your mother, your brother, your sister, your lover, and your spouse … yes even your child … wherever you are I will be. Nothing will ever separate us. We are one.'”
Henry J.M. Nouwen Life of the Beloved