A word for my daughters

Precious ones, before you were created in my womb, the Father knew you

He numbers every hair on your heads

Before you can think a thought, he knows it

He loves you with an everlasting love

He answers the cries of your heart

He rejoices over you with gladness, he quiets you with His love,

He takes great delight in you

He chose you before the foundations of the world were laid to be His children

and as His daughters of the Most High King,

you are His princesses, a royal priesthood

You were lovingly sought out, pursued, purchased with a price

He gave His very life for you

The Lord desires for your life to be a reflection of His glory, and He has prepared good works in advance for you to do

and if one of those works is marriage, He longs for it be an earthly representative of His love for His bride, the Church

with special, chosen men who will seek you, pursue you, honor you, and love you

 with the same fierce, everlasting devotion that your Father has for you, the apples of His eye 

And this is why, dear daughters

if we ever catch you saying these words to a boy

Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe
All the other boys try and chase me, but here's my number, so call me maybe 

we will buy you matching chastity belts

and lock you in the attic

until you are thirty.

Amen.