Child of mine, stop and listen to
my voice. Do you hear me? As you stand there gazing at the beauty I created for
you, do you hear the rustling of the leaves? Do you hear the bird chirping in
the distance? Do you hear the crashing of the ocean waves? Stop and listen.
Child of mine, stop and feel my
presence. Do you feel me? I’m in the breeze that kisses your face. I’m in the
snow flake that melts in your hand. I’m in the sunbeam that warms your back. I’m
in the frost that freezes your nose. Stop and feel.
Child of mine, stop and see me.
Do you see me? I’m in the daisy that sits in full bloom drinking in the
sunrays. I’m in the rainbow shining through the misty rain. I’m in the
towering, snow-covered mountains. I’m in the rushing river and trickling brook.
Stop and see.
Child of mine, you try too hard. You
try too hard to impress those around you. You try too hard to be someone I did
not create you to be. You try too hard to make the money you feel you deserve
so that you can have the life you think you want. Rest, for I am here to bring
you rest.
Child of mine, you worry too
much. You worry too much about what tomorrow will bring. You worry too much
about how your kids will turn out. You worry too much about what you will wear,
eat, and drive. You worry too much about what kind of house you will live in
and what career you will have. You worry too much about correct theology and
whether everyone else is doing it right. Stop, for you can trust me.
Stop and let me be your guide. I
am in control. The world is in my hands, you can let go.
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