My love,

You did it. You made it through the day.

In case you didn’t know, our time together this morning was so special to me. I love when you dare to believe a little more, a little louder.

You are always wondering where and how heaven and earth meet, but in your words, in your prayers, YOU my dear, know exactly where. You could see how you moved heaven with your prayers today, couldn’t you? Oh, the glory of released faith. It changes everything, and I know how much it cost you to go there. Yet again.

Sweet love, I never loose track of any hurtle you overcome. I am your biggest champion. And while I get excited thinking about your incredible destiny, I equally enjoy seeing you grow more and more beautiful… and brave.

I do not grow impatient like man does, even though I completely understand the emotion. While people may tell you that you have the absolute right to be impatient, I want to remind you that you also have the POWER to not let the waiting negatively affect you. Only my children have that power. What happens when you don’t give up? What happens when you refuse to be offended with me? You couldn’t prepare your mind if you had a thousand years. The goodness I have in store for you, you can’t even imagine it, or think it up. Keep going.

You’re almost there. You can see the light now. You can hear the victory song in the near distance. The song is for you. We’re already singing it.

Keep going.

Love, Papa

Scripture reading: Habakkuk 1:5 | Galatians 6:9 | 1 John 5:14 | Hebrews 11:16 | 2 Peter 3:9 | Romans 8:25