Here is that God is a father, only love, who loves his children and awaits from the children response of love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → You make the thoughts go wrong, from insecure and uncertain bounds.
- → Do not expose unsure or vain thoughts, which oblige you not to think to me, the loved father, who loves you with greatness and light.
- → The origin of your insecurity is not me, it is you who seek in a world that cannot give certainties, which can only give seduction and deception.
- → Every my child has uncertainties that are not his own, that the world has labeled, sculpted, he lives spotted by an useless label given him from the world, he must only be able to find me, my light, his light and his love.
- → Now the Lord understands this insecurity.
- → The heart of God seeks and finds you.
- → I just want love, abandonment, confidence, consistency of finding and seeking me.
- → Try to focus on the only realization that is worth, which is me, the eternal father.
- → You will be free to think, love, know, seek, and find.
- → Who knows constantly tries me, does not get lost in the journey and walks with me.
- → Turn to me with jolts of love not small, swaying, fast, overwhelming, shattering even your life, which I have given you.
- → Because I have transmitted and given to you the love of my being, you possess it, it is not impure, it is pure and it is a free love, which brings peace and justice.
- → You already possess the eternal love that I have for you and I have given abundantly, with love and joy.
- → I am a father, I perform wonders every day, I give in abundance, I do not stop, I work continuously.
- → This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
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