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         My child and precious one, who struggles to merely survive, who is surrounded by a fierce battle on all sides, and feels incapable of warding off even one of the many blows that are sent her way; come now, rest in My arms. Put aside your thoughts and fears, worries and heavy heart. Strip yourself bare; leave nothing that would be a distraction to you while we lie here together. Come, let Me stroke your hair and kiss you gently. Let Me hold you and whisper loving words in your ear, words that will excite you with love for Me; words that will cause you to forget the battles you face from day to day, thinking only of Me.
         Oh, how I love our times together, our times of closeness and sharing. Feeling your warm tears as you cry on My shoulder causes Me to want to hold you even closer, to comfort you, to let you know that it's all going to be okay, it's all going to pass.
         I understand that you feel like a little ship that has set out on life's ocean, vast and wide. And now, with no sight of land on the horizon, a storm has overcome your tiny vessel. Howling winds and raging waves, lightning and thunder crash about you. You think of turning back, but you cannot, for the storm is all around. You cannot even go forward, for you cannot see which way you are headed. You doubt that your tiny vessel will hold together through the fierce storm. But those are the things you see when you look through your carnal eyes.
         If you would come to Me, the builder of your little ship, you would understand that I fashioned you in full knowledge of the storms at sea. I took into account the patterns of the winds and the tempest which lurks in the deep, dark shadows of the night, and I built your ship to stand. So do not worry if you lose a plank here or there or if one of your sails gets torn or damaged. For I have built your ship to last, and you will not go down in the storm.
         I do not ask the ship to struggle alone to stay afloat. I do not ask the ship to make any headway during this storm. I only expect you to sit it out, calmly, trusting--as trusting as a little child on her father's knee, feeling secure and safe, knowing that her father would let nothing harm her for the world. I am your father, and I care for you as if you were My only child.



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