To: You
From: God
Take Counsel. I hear your cry. It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.

I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare; a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a Son shedding his blood on a cross. Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace, be calm.

I bring you relief for your sorrow for I know its cause...and its cure.

You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years. You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure. You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security. You weep for all your individuality that has been trampled by mobs. You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse.

You look upon yourself with disgrace and you turn in terror from the image you see in the pool. Who is this mockery of humanity staring back at you with bloodless eyes of shame?

Once you placed your head in a pillow of grass in your Father’s field and looked up at a cathedral of clouds and knew that all the gold of Babylon would be yours in time. Once you read from many books and wrote on many tablets, convinced beyond any doubt that all the Wisdom of Solomon would be equaled and surpassed by you. Do you remember who implanted those plans and dreams and seeds of hope within you? You cannot.

You have no memory of that moment when first you emerged from your mother’s womb and I placed my hand on your soft brow and the secret I whispered in your small ear when I bestowed my blessing upon you? Remember our secret? You cannot. The passing years have destroyed your recollection, for they have filled your mind with fear and doubt and anxiety and remorse and hate and there is no room for joyful memories where these beasts habituate.

Weep no more. I am with you... and this moment is the dividing line of your life. All that has gone before is gone - what is past is dead: Let the dead bury the dead.

Feel my hand upon your head. Listen to my wisdom. Let me share with you, again, the secret you heard at your birth and forgot.
YOU ARE MY GREATEST MIRACLE!

Those were the first words you ever heard and you did not believe me then....and nothing has happened since to correct your disbelief. For how can you be a miracle when you consider yourself a failure? How can you be a miracle when you have little confidence in dealing with the most trivial of responsibilities? How can you be a miracle when you are shackled by debt and lie awake in torment over where tomorrow’s bread will come from?

Enough crying - enough weeping It’s time to Get up and go on! The milk that is spilt is sour. So many prophets, wise men, preachers, teachers, poets and more I have sent to tell you of your potential for greatness - your own special worth and your potential for godliness and the secrets of achievement? How did you treat them? Still I love you and I am with you now!

You have been told this so many times before - Yet you believed no one. You burned your map to happiness, you abandoned your claim to peace of mind, you snuffed out the candles that were placed along your path of glory then you stumbled, lost and frightened in the darkness of futility and self pity, until you fell into a hell of your own creation.

You have cried and lamented that your failures have made you thus when all the while it’s been your decisions that brought you into this place of condemnation. Who accuses you no man, no not even I -it’s just you! But as my son said so long ago - go and sin no more and I will receive you! It’s time to get up and go on!

Listen to my wisdom. Let me share with you, again, the secret you heard at your birth and forgot. YOU ARE MY GREATEST MIRACLE!