Sometimes it’s refreshing to get a letter from home. Read it slowly. Let it sink in. Let it refresh your spirit.

Dear Precious Child,

I love you more than you can imagine.

Really.

I know you’ve had a lack of love in your life. I know

you’ve been loved imperfectly by others. And I know

you’ve been deeply hurt by imperfect love. But that’s

not a reflection of my love for you.

I love you perfectly. My love for you is not tainted by

selfish motives. I simply love you.

It’s not “I love you for . . .”

It’s not “I love you when . . .”

It’s not “I love you, but . . .”

It’s not “I loved you until . . .”

It’s not “I will love you when . . .”

It’s simply “I love you.”

Don’t close yourself off to my love because of past

hurts. Open your heart to me. Let me heal your pain.

I know you aren’t quite sure how to receive my love,

so let me tell you again.

I love you!

Please let me lavish my love on you. Let me give you

all the love you’ve always wanted, and more. Let me

fill your heart to overflowing with my love. Let me

shower you with love and attention.

I made you unique from anyone else, so I love you

unlike anyone else. I love who you are—who I made

you to be!

And I hope you will love me. More than anything, I

want a relationship with you. I don’t want what you

can do for me—your gifts, or your acts of service—I

just want you. I want to spend time with you.

I want hang out with you when you’re bored. But I

wait and watch while you find other things to occupy

your time and attention. I wish you would come to

me. Your life will never be boring if you look to me.

I want to be there when you’re lonely. No matter how

alone you feel, you are never alone. Reach out to me.

I’m always here. Waiting. Longing to reassure you of

my love.

I want to be there for you when you cry. I know

your pain. I can help ease your pain, if you will let

me near. Give your pain to me. I can handle it.

I want to laugh with you. I love your laugh. I enjoy

the things that give you pleasure. I want to share

your joy.

Mostly, my dear child, I wanted to write to let you

know I love you, and I miss you. I’m always here

for you.

Please believe me.

I love you.

Deeply.

God

P.S. Always remember that heaven is your home. I

can’t wait for you to get here!

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