My Child, let not the words of others influence thee unduly—either their praise or their criticism. Weigh each for its proper value, and come back to Me again. Only in communion with Me can ye be sure of the truth. If I correct thee, ye know it is for thy betterment. If I encourage thee with a word of praise, it is because I know ye need it; so rejoice in it and accept it as a wholeheartedly as ye accept My rebukes.
Ye know My rebukes are for thy benefit. Can ye not believe that My words of commendation are for the same purpose? Some of thy faults and weaknesses can best be helped and corrected by praise rather than by reproof. When ye turn a deaf ear in an effort to be humble, you are not helping. Ye cannot be truly humble until ye have a deep sense of being loved.
Knowing and truly feeling that such great love is not merited in the face of thy many imperfections will generate more honest humility than a thousand rebukes for obvious failures. Ye are condemned already by thine own heart. There is a subtle pride that seeks to hide these glaring imperfections in the effort to hold some vestige of self-esteem and invoke the respect of others. This is a craftiness of the enemy.
If ye will accept My love and My approval, ye shall be given courage to face thy sins and faults and deal with them with more decisiveness. The more ye find of the truth about thine own self, the more ye shall be set free…free of improper evaluations of thy worth and false pride that seeks to cover recognized flaws.
I want your life and character and personality to be as beautiful and lovely as I visualized it to be when I created you. Much has not developed perfectly. Some early beauty has been marred. Live close to Me, and let me re-mold and re-create until I see in thee the image of all I want thee to be!
I love thee, My Child–My very dear and special child. Through thy childhood years I walked very close to thee, and in thy childlike way e were very conscious of My presence and reality. Ye have made an arduous journey. Ye have climbed many a mountain that ye could easily have walked around. Ye have not chosen the pleasant path nor sought joys though they were readily accessible.
Ye have often misconstrued My will and felt that only in sacrifice and suffering ye could please Me, whilst much of the time I have longed to deliver thee out of the very pains ye thus inflicted upon thyself. Ye meant to please Me, but in truth ye were only marring thine own beauty–which is precious to Me.
I cannot rejoice in a blighted rose. Ye have gone far enough in this way. I offer thee My path now, if ye are strong enough to accept it. Life and liberty and love and joy. Health and peace—simplicity and rest. It has been there for you all along. You can have it even now if ye will.
I dont want you to work for Me under pressure and tension like a machine—striving to produce, produce. I want you to just LIVE with ME as a PERSON. I have waited for you to wear yourself out. I knew you would eventually—the secret of silence and rest, of solitude and of song.
I will rebuild your strength–not to work again in foolish frenzy, but just for the sake of making you strong and well. To Me this is an end in itself. Make it your aim and join with Me wholeheartedly in the project. “Many joys are waiting yet.”