I hesitate at times to write things as if they’re from God but I hope you know I write them the way my heart believes He would speak to me and to you.
I don’t want to be disappointed in this crazy life. I want to love it, and I do, but I know I can tell you this. There are days I feel let down by how things are going, wondering why these things happen to me, or why these others things don’t happen for me, why it’s like that for others too. It’s just hard and I get so tired trying to figure it all out.
Please let me know if I’m missing something. Okay?
Dear Child of Mine,
Thank you for your letter and I am so glad you asked these things. Now, I want to ask you something. Do you have any friends or family who have ever told you that life has gone for them exactly the way they wanted it to? If you have, please write me back and tell me their names, but I really don’t believe you’ll find one.
I hope you’ll always remember that I didn’t create a single artist whose brush stroke is perfect on every masterpiece. In fact, every single one has an imperfection if you look closely; it is what makes them one of a kind. I didn’t create an architect on the planet who can draw the perfect structure the first time. They erase and redraw until something spectacular emerges into the creations you see today. And those farmers and gardeners you see around? I created them to plant thousands and thousands of seeds knowing they’ll never get to see them all grow and knowing the ones that do will be worth everything.
I don’t want you to be disappointed in this crazy life at all! I want you to love it and see my brush strokes in your life, the lines I draw until they’re just right and in all the right places, and the seeds I plant every day for you. The blooms are coming every single day and many surround you now. All of these things have purpose and turn out exactly the way they should because you, my child, are my own masterpiece. Don’t ever forget. I love you so much.
Have an amazing day! Watch for the blooms.