God To Her Child

A Letter from God To Her Belovéd Child (You)

My dear belovéd child,

I have known you through all eternity

and awaited your birth with such eagerness,

the same kind of excitement when your child or grandchild is born to you.

I send the sun to greet you each morning.

And sometimes the clouds and rain to bathe the earth beneath you to bring forth all of its life.

My winds and breezes carry forth the billowing clouds for you

and aid the bees, insects and birds in delighting you.

The sunsets with all their brilliant hues are there as my love letter to you.

I am with you in your every step.

I live in your heart.

You can feel me stir when someone’s smile or touch melts your heart, or when you melt someone else’s through your touch.

My precious child,

I am so eager to hear from you – you can only begin to glimpse how My own heart melts when you do.

So often you reach out to me in your hurt and pain, your fear and frustration.

I am with you in those moments as well. You are My belovéd child and when you cry out, I cannot but listen. My own heart breaks with yours in the depths of your grief. I am with you in those times and, though you may not always be aware of it, I am holding you.

In those moments that seem so empty, painful and lonely, I am rocking you in my arms and in My love for you.

Those times when you feel so distant, so disconnected and confused, I walk with you.

I so wish you would turn to Me then, to remember that I am there with you; that you would know how I yearn for you to bring Me your heart when it feels such ache, when it feels so cold, feels so hard.

If you would only remember to be with Me, for I hold your heart in My own. In My love, your heart is warmed and healed, even as it breaks – and Mine along with yours.

My dearest child,

I am your Creator, and Creator of the universe enfolding you; Creator of the vast oceans with all their depths; Fashioner of the lofty mountains and ranges that tower above you; Master of the winds and sky; and Bringer of all the myriad colors that abound around you through forests, flowers, and moon-drenched nightscapes.

And I miss you! I miss hearing from you.

I so want you to get to know me. I’m not just some old, powerful, white-bearded man on some distant heavenly throne.

Every image you have of Me limits who I truly am.

I live in your heart.

I am your mother and father,

and I truly am your brother and sister

and even your daughter and son.

I so hunger and long for you, My belovéd child, to remember Me, to turn to Me, to share your moments with Me; to catch Me up with your thoughts and struggles, your hopes, your dreams.

To laugh with Me. Even to be wild at heart with Me.

To have you bring and share with Me your heart and soul – as I wish to share Mine with you.

I’m right here. Waiting.

With all My love always,

God