Dear Beloved,

I guess you weren’t expecting a letter from God, but here it is anyway. I wanted to give you a glimpse of what I see when I look at you. If you could just see what I see........I see past the layers of your protected heart. Your heart is probably worn out from covering it up. You may not see the same thing I do when you look in the mirror, but I see your joy of life, the pleasure taken in people and conversation, your wisdom and your ability to read people. I see the pleasure you take in sharing your wisdom with others. I notice that you share even when sons and grandsons don’t appear to listen, (but they do and they remember what you say.)

I want you to knowBeloved, that I want you in my Heaven. Of course I do. You’re my child. I created you, I designed the core of you, the part that I still see in you.

Life, circumstances, and maybe even fear of Me has distorted you in your eyes, but not in My eyes. Yes, I wish your life had been different in some ways and those are the things that you focus on, not Me. No, you won’t bring those things with you to Heaven. That’s why my Son died, so you can leave all those things behind on Earth and come to the Kingdom free of the burden of the memories this earthly life has for you. Yes, there are people who have taken that gift of Christ’s death earlier in their life. They were able to live more of their earthly years free from bondage; but you get the same reward of peace and freedom they do, even if it’s less years on Earth. In Matthew 20, Jesus tells the story of the Master who hired people at different times of the day, some worked all day and some only two hours, but they all got the same pay. Yes, you can have the gift, too. Even if it is at old age and not 12 years old or 40 years old. The results are the same. No one says in Heaven that this or that person doesn’t belong here. No one knows what age you accepted the gift I have for you.

If others see good in you (and may have only known selected parts of you,) think how much good I see in you and I’ve known you since your conception. Of course, I know all that you’ve done in your life and they don’t, but it doesn’t matter. It just doesn’t matter. I love you. The you that I know, the you that I see everyday, the 100% you. Think of the love that you have for your own children. You hurt when they hurt. You care about their future and you’re involved in the decisions they make. They come to you for advice (and often take it!) You care enough to give your thoughtful input and share your wisdom and experiences. You care enough to uncover resources for them. You love them. You don’t think about every infraction of their teen years, every adult screw up, every argument you’ve ever had. You don’t let anything get in the way of your relationship with your children. You just love them. You put the past behind, chalk it up as teen rebellion or difference of opinion, or even just a bad mood.

You don’t let the bad times define the parent/child relationship. Neither do I, Beloved. Neither do I. I know your secrets that you keep and I still love you. I want to spend an eternity telling you that and showering you with that love. The love that you craved from your earthly family. The love that they couldn’t show to the extent you needed. Because of their own pain and misunderstanding of Me. I long to give you what you want, need, and should have. All children need love, acceptance, guidance, comfort, security, stability, protection, encouragement, courage, peace, joy, innocence, and pleasure in life. I want to give you all the things that a parent is programmed to give a child. Not all parents do it the way their children need. I do. Let me in Beloved, let me love you the way only I can. I can love you knowing all your history because I know. I know everything and I know the histories of those that came before you. And I still love you. I love you anyway. I know you in and out, through and through. I see who I intended you to be when I created and designed you even if you don’t. Even if others don’t. I DO. And I’ve never given up the hope that you will become who I designed you to be. I’m not done with you yet, Beloved. I won’t be done.

I want you in my kingdom—not because of what you have done with your life. I know you’ve done a lot of great and wonderful things. Let man give awards and honors for the surface stuff–you’ve earned the awards. But I want you in my kingdom because that’s what I want. I want all my children here. I willingly gave up My Son and put Him through all He went through–for you!

I’m glad He went through it. I’m looking forward to talking and hanging out with you, Beloved. I have a lot of interesting people here I want to introduce you to. David for one. Look at his life as a father, husband, king. Boy, did he ever disappoint me sometimes! But I loved him anyway. He loved me. I also want you to meet Peter and Paul. I can’t wait to sit in on your conversations. The passion will fly! You’re all three pretty intense people and I’m looking forward to it.

Most of all, I want you to meet my Son, Jesus. Yes, He’s perfect, absolutely perfect. He loves others perfectly. He loves you perfectly. He knows you. He was thinking about you when He was on the cross. He held on just as long as He had to in order to make sure you’d be with us. He held on so He could cover your sins as deep as they are and then He held on even longer to cover the sins done to you in life and then held on longer to cover the sins of the after effects of each person’s sins and then he held on longer to cover the sins that we have no idea of, no understanding of the depth and capacity of sin that some people live in. It’s a capacity that far surpasses anything the average person commits or is a victim of. He held on to cover the capacity of the Hitlers and the Husseins. My Son held on to the cross to cover it. Only a few of them have responded. Paul was on his way to that level of sin, but he stopped on that road to Damascus. The rest of his life was changed forever and changed generations of people.

My Son, Jesus can cover for you, Beloved. He’ll bring you in personally to meet me. It’s okay. I want you–you– Yes, I know you have all your reasons and doubts and questions, but let’s talk about it when you get here. Just get here.

If you knew your child was driving down the wrong road and you knew it was a dead-end road, a literally dead dead-end which would lead to his death, you would do all in your power to stop him from going that way. If he went that way anyway, you would try all that was in

your power to stop him somewhere along the way. And if he still kept going, you would become willing to change seats with him before he hit the wall if it would keep him alive.

But it doesn’t work that way, Beloved. Exchanging seats with you won’t save his life. Not only because he will wrestle and resist you to keep you from getting into the driver’s seat, but even if you did get into the driver’s seat, you don’t have the power to stop the car, anyway. The only one your child could change seats with would be My Son. Only My Son has the power to stop the car before it hits the barrier. And My Son will only change seats with your child if your child is the one to ask. Your child would need to swallow all pride, fear, doubt, guilt, and anger and ask My Son to take over. Whether it’s before the road is taken, at the beginning, the middle, or the end, it doesn’t matter. My Son will take the wheel and remove the barrier, avoiding the inevitable crash and He’ll keep on driving until your child is safely home–to Me. But only if your child asks. And that’s where it all begins and ends.

I want you to ask . That’s why My Son exists! For you! To bring you home so we can be together. So you can be loved the way you long to be loved. Imagine seeing your child driving on that road and you know how it will play itself out. You pray that he’ll accept the answer, but you know he has to ask. You pray some more because you’ve lost other children on this road. You grieve deeply and you step up your efforts to make sure the next child listens and heeds the warnings, to accept the offer of help. You pray more–you ask others to pray and you hold your breath waiting for the request for help to come. You pray some more remembering all those that accepted help before, and you rejoice that others have asked and lived and that’s great, but you want THIS one, too. This one matters. This one is important, this is the only one like this one. My family won’t be complete without this very one. You pray some more, the car seems to be going faster as it reaches the end instead of slower. It’s like your child is deaf and can’t hear your shouts of what the answer is to get the car to stop. You pray some more, shout louder, tapping the shoulder harder, you cry, you hurt. You know you can’t stop the car. You can only wait and watch and hope and pray that your child calls out for help.

That’s how I’m feeling Beloved. I’m God and I can’t make you ask My Son for help. All I can tell you is this promise– this 100% guarantee–that everyone, to a person, everyone that has asked My Son for help driving that car has been saved from the dead-end crash. It’s a guarantee–the Blessed Assurance. Perfect submission, completely taking the hand off the wheel of the car, collapsing in to the passenger seat, and saying "Yes, please take over. I’m tired, I never knew how to stop the car, I just thought I would be able to when I got there. I’m exhausted, thank you for taking over." And Jesus says, "Good, let’s take a nice slow, long, peaceful drive down this other way together. We’ve got some relaxing, some fishing, some talking to do before we go home to see Dad." "He’s been waiting and He wants you to taste peace for awhile before we go."

Beloved, you can be cantankerous sometimes, and there are a lot of you up here. Take your time, enjoy your peace, I’ll be waiting up for you. I promise. There is nothing you can do or already have done that will cause me to break that promise–not your doubt, your questions, your skepticism, whatever. Just trust Me, let My Son take over for now. Just like you would take over for one of your sons if they were in that car. Turn over the wheel of the car. You can do it, you’ve let others drive before and that was hard at first. But you got used to it and even started to like letting someone else do the driving for awhile.

I’m not a cookie cutter God, Beloved. I do not have the same relationship style with all people. I AM. Yes, I am God and I have many dimensions to my personality. I relate to each of my children individually. Based on who each one is—I created them all different–variety. I don’t want to relate to a Heaven full of only one type of personality. How boring would that be! I want you–who you are–to add interest and spice and variety to my Heaven. You don’t have to worship me like anyone else or pray to me in a certain way/style. Just come as you are, Beloved. I like you. Just get here.

Love, God