I love you with all my heart, soul, mind and strength. You are so special, unique, adorable and an amazing human being. Now, I know what you’re thinking: “He doesn’t know me from Adam.” Newsflash. I do know you. I made you. In fact, you’re cut from Adam’s cloth.
I knew you before I carved out time so you could live and I could be with you. I knew you and had plans for you from the very beginning when I separated light from darkness. Oh yes, I know you well.
You were made to look and be like me because I made you in my image from the miry clay. The blueprint used to make you is nearly identical to my own. I knew you in your mother’s womb because I knit you together myself.
I saw you before you were born. I made you inside and out. You are marvelously complex. No detail was forgotten.
When I finished creating you, I stepped back, looked upon you with love and awe, and said to myself, “You are excellent in every way.” You are my masterpiece so you can do the good things I planned for you long ago.
You probably think I put a GPS inside you somewhere because I know where you are. I love playing hide and go seek but I have an unfair advantage. You can run but you can’t hide from me.
I know everything about you including when you sit or stand, what you’re thinking, what you will say before you say it.
I am with you wherever you go. When you go to a sporting event, I am there. When you go on vacation, I am there. When you fly on a plane, I am there. When you go to school, I am there. When you go outside and play I am there. When you visit a cave, canyon or cavern, you guessed it, I am there.
I’m there when
- You cry, from your first tear to your last
- Someone says or commits an unkind or cruel act upon you
- You fall, trip or make a mistake
- You are alone or lonely
- You are desperate
- You are miserable
- You are in pain unspeakable
- Your boss, the authority I placed over you, treats you poorly
- Your kids are screaming, crying and driving you crazy
- You got your first home or when they took your home
- You have no friends (Psst ..I’m your closest friend)
- You are being bullied, picked on, harassed, harangued
- You get laid off or fired
- You are tired, worn out
So I’m making you an offer few can refuse. How would you like to spend eternity with me? I’ve prepared a place for you but don’t come before the appointed time so it’s as perfect as can be.
My Father and I created the ultimate resort. I can safely tell you it’s better than any five star hotel on earth. Everyone’s favorite place is the T-Room.
Imagine a concert venue large yet incredibly intimate. Everyone is there. The concert is like a massive karaoke experience. Everyone gets a chance to sing. It won’t matter if you can’t carry a tune with handles. Everyone sounds wonderful to me. In fact, your voice is my favorite.
You’re probably asking yourself, “Self? This sounds too good to be true. The world has told me that if it sounds too good to be true it probably is.” I have news for you. It is too good. However, I’ve made it so that you can experience a little slice of that resort here on earth.
I’ve prepared a Way for you. It’s not the widest path on the planet but it will get you from where you are to where I am. Yes, you can reach out to me and I’ll swoop down low and get you no matter where you are or what you’re doing.
Together we can lie down in a field of green grass. Along the path is a calm, soothing brook that I can lead you through. When you feel like you’ve had enough I can refresh your outlook by filling you with my love and presence.
I’ll teach you how to walk like me since you’ll get to share my name. Even when poop hits the fan you won’t be afraid because I’m with you. When you see my hiking sticks you will instantly feel encouraged.
Your detractors or haters will watch as I prepare a table setting just for you at my banquet. I will bless you so well that you won’t have room enough for it all. I will introduce you to friends of mine who will love you until it’s time for you to take your place at the ultimate vacation destination: my place. You’ll meet others who walk with me so you can share stories, and encourage and love on each other.
Now you’re probably asking yourself, “How much is this going to cost me?” or “But you don’t understand. I’m beyond help. I don’t deserve such treatment.” I want you to know I’ve already paid for you. I’ve made it easy for you to accept my offer. All you have to do is say, “Yes.” You deserve such treatment because remember: I made you and love you warts and all. Even your warts are beautiful to me.
When you say yes you come alive from the inside out. Your soul gets a wakeup call without a snooze button. When you say yes, you are inviting me to live with you in your heart, your very being. You and I will get a chance to walk, talk, read, sing and be together through thick and thin.
So, you’ve just won an extreme makeover for your soul. Will you accept my prize, invite me to stay so I can redecorate? You might need a new splash of paint, window coverings, a better garden, doors and windows, wood floors, new appliances, fireplace and maybe a pool of living water.
By the way, if you like this love letter, you should read the other 66.
I am waiting to pour out my love upon you. Will you come? I love you. Take my hand. Come.
|Jesus is on the edge of His Throne Room seat
waiting for you to come home. Just come as you are.
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Boricua Confidential chronicles my new life as a single mom of two kids after my husband died from cancer on our son’s seventh birthday. Join me on this journey of change, revival, reformation, discovery and new direction ordered of God. Being a widow ain’t easy, that’s for sure. I refuse to rollover and die. Quite the contrary. I intend to thrive from this crazy life. You can’t keep this woman down. If I’m down, I won’t be for long.
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