Before you ever knew My name

 Before you ever knew My name,

before you ever turned your heart toward Me,
before your lips ever formed a prayer—
I loved you.

Not the kind of love
that comes and goes
with seasons and feelings
and circumstances that shift like sand—

but an everlasting love.

The kind that saw you
on your worst day
and did not turn away.

The kind that stayed
when others left.

The kind that held you
even when you didn’t know
you were being held.

I have drawn you—

not with force,
not with fear,
not with a heavy hand
demanding your attention—

but with kindness.

Soft.
Patient.
Unfailing.

In the quiet moments
you couldn’t explain.

In the pull you felt
back toward Me
even after you wandered.

In the way your heart
never quite felt at home
without Me.

That was Me.

Drawing you.

Not because you earned it.
Not because you deserved it.
But because love like Mine
does not wait for permission.

It pursues.

So if you are here—
if something in you is stirring,
if something in you is remembering—

know this:

You are not finding Me.

You never were.

I have been drawing you
all along.