Keep Fighting

To my Beautiful Children,

Let’s start off right; I love you. And I don’t mean to say that I love you only when you are good. I love you when you are at your worst, and it hurts me deeply to see the way your hurt yourself. I know that you don’t know what to do. I see that you feel like you only have so many choices, and none of them are good. You’ve been convinced: by yourself, or your parents, or Satan, or some other party- convinced that you cannot possibly do the right thing. You are not strong enough, or brave enough, or maybe someone has told you that you deserve better. One way or another, you found yourself in a place where you were fighting against me. You fought me when I desperately wanted to set you to doing the right thing. You fought me, and sometimes you won. Sometimes, the stakes were too high. I would not risk losing your soul in order to win a battle.

But I am still calling. And I am still coming for you. And I still love you.

Love,

God

P.S.     Keep fighting.