Heavenletters

You have not quite dared to enter the palace of My sea before now. You feared you were an outsider. Even as an invited player, you felt you had barged in to a party made for others but not for you.

Precisely. The story of a life that has been a search for belonging, a belonging not believed in. Always feeling like the one who barged in and is tolerated at best.

I caught your eye long ago, and you looked away in shame. What is shame but a sense of unworthiness. Your face reddens because you think there is something that will be found out about you. You think you are set apart from Me because of some condition.

Again, very well put. "Some condition" is fittingly vague since I really have no idea what it could be.

I whisper your name to you now. Do you hear it? Even if you hear faintly, you have heard. Lean your ear a little closer to My lips, and you will hear nothing else.

This is hard to bear, You know? God does not whisper my name. And if He did, I wouldn't know what to do. Maybe I would try to make light of it or start giving a speech with lots of "dear Sir" in it.