My precious child, just focus on these words. Who am I? I am Yours. Be Still and Listen. Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Well done, my good and faithful servant. I love you. I died for you. I want you to be happy. Go in peace my child. It’s going to be a busy day. Don’t take things personally. It’s just a job—not how I perceive you and it’s not from which your value comes.
Love,
Jesus
For quite some time, God has been whispering to me write a book. Not just any book, but spiritual based books. I’ve hit many dry patches on this journey and I couldn’t figure out where my writing coach (aka God) went and I was struck with the response I received.
Dearest child,
Even in the silence, I am not away from you. I know you don’t like the pain, but, honey, it’s all part of your character building and growth process. I’m not trying to inflict misery. I am allowing the hardships of life to mold and shape you though—to help you become the person you are—a strong, vibrant soul who has a dream. It’s all about timing my sweet child. Don’t lose hope—yet delight in knowing I hear and acknowledge this passion. I am the one who placed that dream within you.
Love,
God
And then there are times when God is just down right playful and poetic:
Sweet darling girl,
Effort is definitely not a lacking tool in your daily actions—at least for some things. Effort toward self-care still runs amuck...yet, I know this is changing. For today, go with the flow—just be yourself—try as you might, I know your intentions, to which I feel delight. Laugh strong and loud today, for your foibles are easily seen—and don’t sweat the small stuff, big stuff or anything in between. Let go of the past, yet draw from its strength—your stories of triumph over abuse and rising above adversity.
