I ask Him to speak, and I wait. When He speaks His gentle voice calms my inner man, and He whispers to my spirit that I am His. He speaks over and over again how He loves me. Every time I come, He says it again, I am His, He is mine. These words echo in my mind and heart and I begin to believe that it could be true. I ask Him about this fear and that negative feeling and He responds to each one sending me to scriptures that are far to similar to always be coincidence. My confidence in His love rises as I begin to believe that He will always answer and His love for me won't change. I start to...