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.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads , does not recognize his and my identity , possesses a not vain , great love , throws himself into extreme choices , lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel , he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father , the love between father and son , he is clouded by something apparent , which is fixed deeply in his thoughts , in his memory , he is unable to work for my kingdom , for himself , not he knows what possesses him and harms him .→ 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 .
→ Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed , molded by me, who abandon themselves , trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.→ Let yourself be dominated by my love , that comes gently .→ I love you, I teach you that receiving love , letting yourself be loved and loving is divine .→ Leave it to me, trust me.→ If and when you know who you're , you can let go , you can trust me, love me and let me act .
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