He called me Patina (An appearance of something grown beautiful especially with age or use. An appearance or aura that’s derived from association, habit or established character.)
My wind fills your life, My life has become your life. You emit My essence and it is a sweet aroma – life to life. Your steps testify of Me and soon your lips will be emboldened and filled by My words and message. The weak places are become strong and My light arises upon you. It is the dawning of the new day and eagerly I await the first light. You will be among it’s rays for brilliant is your heart chiseled by My hand. I have formed you and your radiance astounds me, clothed in humility, now unveiled - My breathtaking bride, my long awaited, tenderly nurtured faithful ones. Storm clouds gather over the horizon… rain / reign on our wedding day?