Letters from a Loving Father Pt.7

Hey Guys...I'm coming back, maybe after my vacation, but I love all of you, that you for your comments and here is the last installment of the Letters series...hope you enjoy...

Beloved,

I AM the Lover of your Souls. There is none that compares to my love and the love I have for you. I want you to realize that. I know how easily you can get heavy laden with the little mundane tasks. It is all in my design. I have things under control. Please believe me when I say that. I care for you so deeply and I want to pour out that love and care all over you until not only your saucer is wet but the very floor. I want you to allow me to fill you up with my love so that you can spill over and wet others saucers.

You are mine and I do want you to hide in the shadow of my wings. I am truly pleased to give you the keys to the kingdom. I have embraced you in my loving arms and I shall never part from you, not even for a moment. I deeply love you. I deeply love you. Did you hear that, I DEEPLY LOVE YOU! I relish in watching you grow and your service to others, but what I really want is your heart. That is all I ever wanted. You can depend on me.

I am preparing a place for you even now and I cannot wait to commune with you here.

You are my workmanship, created in my image to do good works, which I have prepared in advance for you to do.

May you be comforted that I am holding you in the hallow of my hand and I care for you deeply.

Your Loving Saviour,
Jesus Christ

“Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is Head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.”
Ephesians 4: 4-16

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You are so gifted--this truly blesses me!
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