Words from God to the sinful and suffering

I've recently taken up the practice of actually writing out what I perceive the Lord to be saying to me. It goes without saying that it's not an infallible translation from the divine language into human language. But I find that it actually helps me to listen. You have to really listen when you're transcribing what the person with whom you are talking is saying. Here's a little excerpt of what I perceived God saying to me earlier today. Perhaps readers can relate.

Just listen to me. I love you anyway. And you may say you know I do. But do you really? No I don't think you do. You think I'm here to tell you that what you did was sinful and wrong. Don't you know I know everything? Don't you know that I know that you know that your sins are sins? Do you really expect me to waste time telling you again after I've written it on your heart and you have read it and grilled it into yourself over and over again? i'm not gonna do that. Now you listen to me:

You are my child, and I love you. I am going to take care of you. I am not going to deem you unworthy of me because of mistakes that you have made while you were upset and suffering. You are fallen. That's not news to me. I am going to love you until you get back on your feet and start walking with me again. That's right. Right now, I am carrying you. Do you feel it? You may not. Most people don't realize it as it's happening. But I'm telling you right now to open your eyes, open the eyes of your heart. I'm right here...okay?

Just trust me. Give me your guilt. Give me your brokenness. Give me your losses. Every loss you have suffered is my loss too. I am your best friend. I know the emptiness that festers inside you. Let me fill it. You are an empty glass right now, Let me make you a vessel of my love. You are a blank canvas. Let me draw my face on you, so you can show it to the world. You are a vast plot of land. Let me build my City on your soil, and in your heart. You are mine. I claim you. I claim the broken, that i may heal them. I claim the average, so that I might make them extraordinary. I claim you, that I might make you who I made you to be in the first place. But right now, just rest your head, and I will heal the brokenness, fill the emptiness, and build the city of love inside you.

...Amen...