Blessed are you indeed, My daughter, for I have redeemed you, coming to your aid when you had unwittingly wandered onto a precipice so treacherous that all you could do was bleat, “Here I am, Lord.” Only I could hear you; only I could climb out onto that crumbling crag and bring you back to safety in My arms. From this position, child, do not depart. Do not be like Mrs. Gadabout, cavalier regarding nearby pastures that may look the same but they are different -- ridden with tares and even poisonous weeds that look inviting and harmless. Stay here in My pasture, under My leading, My guiding, My Shepherding, dear lamb; stay here where still waters soothe your anxious nature, where I am with you constantly and never not. Here I can see the minute you are cast down, the second you cry out for Me. And I am right here, right here, right here!