This is what my aunt told me over a discussion of my current situation. She is the sweetest, we cried together, the ancestral trauma no doubt is weighty yet so beautifully telling and in her three words she conveyed what needed to be conveyed. The same God who created mountains and oceans and galaxies looked at me and (you) and thought the world needed one of us too at this very time. I had no idea how precious I was, how could I with all the shenanigans taking place behind my back and all he had to show me was the projections of the shame and guilt he only knows of. How can he love the “best girl ever” without the love he yearns for in himself? His gaze toward me is so shrouded in pain, not like the one of sha where God gazes and you can’t chase it away, “and I was daily his delight, rejoicing always before him” – Proverbs 8:30. One cannot love a spouse or anyone for that matter without knowing how loved they are…it’s the great rescue.