Mine

How blessed is my child who does not listen to the advice of those who don't know me. He is mine. He finds his joy and his direction in my Word. He meditates on it during the day, and then again at night. He sinks down deep roots into me-roots that hold him fast when the storms of life assail. Because he is planted deeply into my Word, He grows strong in me. He does not fail, but prospers and yields a great harvest. When days of persecution come, he stands firm in my truth. He girds himself with the full armor of God, and not only resists the arrows of the evil one, but is planted more firmly than ever in me. I have made him more than any conqueror. He has overcome all that would destroy him through the power that I have given him. He looks only to me, and to none other. Nothing can separate him from my love. I rejoice in him as he also rejoices in me. One day I will rescue him from this fallen world, and bring him home. I will show him those things that have been seen through a darkened mirror, and the reflection of his struggles on earth will be clearly understood. In one moment he will know why, but then it will not matter. He shall be forever with me.

Psalms 1:1-3

Ephesians 6:10-17

Romans 8:37-38

1 Corinthians 13:11-13