I love you, I teach you that receiving love, letting yourself be loved and loving is divine.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I, Lord God, can transform what is miserable, poor or evil, in riches, in joy, in goodness, I am yours, blessed in my greatness, as a father I love you, I wish you to turn to me with the measure of a father and the greatness of love.
Recurrences in the text
- → I wanted, and not cruelty, that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son, that with his thoughts, heart, reason he would find, discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child.
- → I tell you that I live victorious, that man, the child, is part of me and is victorious.
- → I, Lord God, can transform what is miserable, poor or evil, in riches, in joy, in goodness, I am yours, blessed in my greatness, as a father I love you, I wish you to turn to me with the measure of a father and the greatness of love.
- → Creation is eternal love, shared, fulfilled and addressed to you, loved sons.
- → The father is also silent.
- → Do not hate.
- → Don't believe what deceives you.
- → If you do not know how to love me, do not hate, do not destroy yourselves, do not feel defeated, because in this imperfection, every day, I reveal, I see the desire, the commitment and the fatigue you put.
- → I will be an essential part of you.
- → Be confident, faithful and loving heralds towards me father.
- → I am the good Lord, especially love, the father, the blessed abode where joy reigns, the glory of truth and beauty.
- → I look at you, teach to you to live and instruct you.
- → I desire that you announce the truth, turn on the light in every child, communicate the love, give the joy and spread the peace.
- → Feel in your heart the immense desires of me.
- → I love you, I teach you that receiving love, letting yourself be loved and loving is divine.
- → I am the father of heaven and of earth, I love you of infinite love and I let you taste the joy of being my children.
Relative arguments