Above all proclaim with strength and joy that I am the Lord and I join myself and you with love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I want you all to shine for me, in eternity, in an unexplored dimension that reaches the ultimate revelation and completeness of my child's existence.
- → I desire brilliant children, who belong to me, because they already belong to me, who love and do not let themselves go to the world, which is constantly falling.
- → I want to love you and nothing else, to stay beside you and not to leave, to walk in this revelation and always with you.
- → What I want is the known love, in the awareness, in the conviction of your and of my eternal belonging.
- → I always bless my children who listen to my teachings, who let themselves be led by me, who rejoice in this revelation, who love me, who love themselves as sons and recognize the lineage between me and them.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → When you can not find the way, listen in silence, with love, do not confuse me, your father, pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love.
- → Today, every day, I am here with you, I look at you, I listen to you, I hold you by the hand, in my heart, in my thoughts, so tight as to make me feel in my whole being, to make you stop, detach from the things of the world. and really look for me.
- → God loves, reveals to men and pursues each one of you only with love.
- → The Lord, God and father, searches, pursues, listens and over all loves all his children.
- → I speak and listen.
- → Lord God is a father, loving friend, who listens, talks, rejoices in this love, possesses love and always transmits this love.
- → I do not let my children go, I'm next to my children, I drive, chase, watch, listen, and love my children.
Relative arguments