Letter To God's Children

Dear beloved child,

I know things have been rough. They have been painful. You don’t understand everything that has happened in your life. And you want answers. I completely understand. I understand your pain more than anybody else. My heart hurts desperately for you. I wish the (wo)men in your life had treated you better. It was not My design for fathers (or mothers) to leave or abuse or shatter your heart.

I wanted your father (and mother) to love you like I do. I couldn’t possibly love you more than I already do. And there is nothing you can do to add or subtract from it. You are not that powerful. Your feelings are not that powerful. Even when you don’t feel my love, it is there. Your feelings are incapable of changing the truth. Your feelings can’t remove the nails from my hands or stop the crown of thorns from piercing my head. Your feelings can’t stop the payment for your sins.

Love held me to the cross. It wasn’t those nails. I could have gotten off the cross any time that I wanted to. An army of angels would have come down from heaven at my command. Love held me to the cross. My love for you held me there. I didn’t enjoy the process, but the purpose gave me great joy, and still does. I would do that every day for you, even if you were the only person on the planet. Because you are worth it.

You are my child. I knit you together in your mother’s womb. I knew everything about you before she even knew she was going to have you. Before the creation of the world, I knew I would die for you. And I longed for the day that you would be adopted into My family.

When was the moment that you felt the most loved? Think about it. Let it fill your mind. How did you feel? That is a glimpse, a mere fraction, of what my love looks like. Every time you have felt love, it has come from Me. I am the Source of Love. Every single ounce has come from me, and I delight in giving My love to you. If I allowed you to comprehend My love for you- its depth and intensity- your mind would explode. Literally. Dead serious. Your brain cannot handle how much I love you.

You are loved. You are known. I died for you. You are not alone. You’re my child, the one my heart beats for. Precious child, delight and rest in my love.

With love,

Abba