Nothing is destroyed, because I, the father, help my children, I transform evil into good, pain into joy, even from mud I can draw joy in my children.

Nothing is destroyed, because I, the father, help my children, I transform evil into good, pain into joy, even from mud I can draw joy in my children.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

my children

→ Dear children, have trust and love in me and in you, and you will find me, your father.

→ Stop.
→ Love.
→ You want me?
→ I want you.
→ Do you want to be mine?
→ Love me.
→ Believe me.

→ You are just mine.
→ You are mine.
→ I love you, I want you.
→ Trust me.

→ Reaching a degree of such a condition is not difficult, is to abandon, to trust in me, to be possessed, to recognize this love and to be transformed from love.
→ I, the Lord, trust in every one of my sons and know every son of mine at any time of the day.
→ Everything will be done in eternity.
→ Have confidence.
→ Trust me only, do not rely on anything else.

→ 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.

Recurrences in the text

→ Dear children, have trust and love in me and in you, and you will find me, your father.
→ Stop.
→ You are just mine.
→ Nothing is destroyed, because I, the father, help my children, I transform evil into good, pain into joy, even from mud I can draw joy in my children.
→ You are mine.

Relative arguments