Father's Love Letter

Dear Child of mine,

 You've been on my mind and heart for so long. I see you struggling, planning, worrying, sweating, crying and running around in circles at a furious pace. I see you're trying to move those mountains by yourself again. I asked that you cast all your cares on Me because I care about you. Think about what your worrying says to Me; because I really care about you. Think about what your worrying says to Me; when you refuse to give things over to Me. 

When you worry about money, you're telling me that I am unable to provide for My own child-You. That although I have riches beyond your wildest imaginations in Heaven; that I am unwilling to share them with you. 
When you worry that no one understands you, you're telling Me that even though I have been with you since before you were formed in the womb; and have carved you with the palm of My hand, that I do not know you.

When you worry that you will not have enough food; that although I rained down bread from heaven to feed my children in the desert; divided the loaves and the fishes; that I have forgotten you. When you worry that your enemies have victory over you, you're telling Me that although I have given you spiritual battle gear to wear to defend yourself, that despite My track record of being a Giant Slayer, Red Sea divider, Lion Mouth Closer, and a Furnace Cooler, that I can't handle your home; your family; your neighbor, or friends. 

When you worry that you won't be able to do enough to earn forgiveness, you're telling me “My Father, there’s no need for you to die for me, I can earn my own forgiveness. Let's just act like you never died”. You, telling Me I didn't need to go to the cross. 
When you worry that no one will love you, that you'll be lonely for the rest of your life, you're telling Me that My love is insufficient. That I couldn't possibly love you enough to ward away loneliness. You're saying that although I have promised life more abundantly, I am being untruthful. 

When you worry and refuse to give the problem over to me, you're telling Me that even though I created the world, I can't handle what's going on in your world. 
When you worry My Child you are saying that I can't work things out for you. That obstacle cannot be overcome, mountains cannot be climbed, healing cannot occur, what is lost will not be found, and that joy does not come in the morning. 

You are saying that I’m not the God of a second chance. That the promised land has been swallowed up by the desert and hat you have discovered the height, depth and width of My love and found it to fall short of your needs. 

Think about all that you're saying to the one who loves you the most and who has all power. I want you to really think about it! Then open your hands and release what you've been holding on to... to Me. Bow down on your knees and ask Me to forgive you for doubting Me. 


Walk away with a peaceful heart and note the footsteps that go before you to make the crooked places straight, a way in the wilderness and water spring forth in the desert are Mine. 


"Do not fear My Child, for I am with you always. Do not anxiously look about you, for I am here. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you. Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." ~Isaiah 41:10~ 


My Child; stand in a stream with waters around your ankles. The waters that you see pass by you at that moment is gone. So it is with the miseries that have challenged your life. Let it go... let it pass away. 


My Child; I am here with you now, and I will always be. 

Just let go, and let Me be Me. 

                                                                                                  Your Loving Father,
                                                                                                       GOD

Worry Series: My Name is worry

My name is worry; some of you know me very well. I am probably the last thing you do before sleeping and the first thing on your mind as the day breaks. I am the one that makes you travel to the land of What If through many roads. Sometimes I get you there by making you watch the news or by making you have a conversation with a hurting friend, and sometimes I take you to the memory of your pain and heartache.

 I’m good at what I do!!

You see, there are so many problems with living with me, but when you find me as your companion sleep is impossible. I let your imagination run wild with every disaster theory I can get.  I love to watch you get trapped, pouring every last drop of your energy and attention into the “what if” thoughts, my very own creation.

 I tempt you into letting your fears define you!!

Like Dorothy, who thought she was trapped in Oz, You have the power to leave me. You just have to close your eyes, tap your heels together three times and keep repeating, “There’s no place like Peace. There’s no place like Peace.”  Before long, you will be sponge soaking in the world of peace, without me. But some of you love me so well; I’ve become a part of you.

I get stuck to you like glue!!

I am worry; I can offer you a lot- Tachycardia, hypertension and so much more…

Living with me or leaving me is your decision. 

What If?



What if there was no day?
Would we ever find our shadow?
Would we ever smile at the sun?
Would there ever be tomorrow?

What if there was no love?
Would people kill just to smile?
Would war find a home in this world?
Would we feel alive at all?

What if only the rich had wealth?
Would the poor ever survive?
Would the homeless ever go home?
Would the world be filled with greed?

What if envy was a good thing?
Would we hurt when someone has it all?
Would foes all be friends?
Would gossip ever exist?

What if I was like you?
Would we ever get along?
Would everyone trust me?
Would there be joy in this world?


What if all I write comes true?
Would I be considered a fool?
Would we ever live through it?
Would the world have a loud silence?

What if?