Dear, child of mine:

It’s been a while since I checked in with you, but you already know I’m here for you all the time.  There are so many memories I have of you.  I remember how those nine months waiting to be born weighed on those who love you so much.  I saw the way your body was formed from a simple uniting of two tiny entities.  You basically grew ifrom them into a perfect baby.

I was there when you took your first steps and said your first words.  I showed how to respect others, how to show and receive love, how to trust and have faith.  You also learned how to really communicate with me.

You are no longer a child, but I love you more than ever.  Even when you were a teenager and there were so many conflicts, arguments and difference of opinions.  You turned away from me for a short time, until you finally realized I wasn’t going to let you get away.  I will wrap my arms around you and tuck you tightly and ever close to me. You are my child, my friend, my responsibility, my treasure and worth dying for.

Now that you’re an adult, you’ve made many choices. Some of them were good and some not, but you remembered what you were taught you as a child.  You can always walk with Jesus and call on His name at any time.  Having that knowledge will see you through just about anything.

You still have moments of doubt, fear, anger and even depression.  I know, because I’ve seen it.  I’ve suffered through those things right along with you.  Life is hard.  We are in a constant state of transition, questioning and wondering about the world around us.  Disappointments come and go.  Decisions aren’t always the right ones.  Making mistakes and learning from them are often the times when you grow the most.  Your wisdom and strength come not from yourself, but the One who made you.  The One who loves you with a kind of love you can’t begin to understand.

You are at the mid-point of living.  You have learned many things and realized that the mistakes you’ve made have all been forgiven.  In His mercy and love for you, Jesus died to take your sins to the cross.  When He rose back to life, He guaranteed a place for you in heaven.  I can’t wait to see you there.

When things happen that make you wonder what your purpose in this life might be, remember that you were knit together for a reason.  You were taking shape and the plan for your life was already mapped out for you.  The blueprint that would shape your life was there even before you were born.  You have been loved from the beginning.  Your worth is immeasurable.  Whatever that plan includes, you can be sure that it will be good.

So here we are, having a conversation and I’m doing all the talking.  I guess it’s pretty much always been that way, hasn’t it.  I hold you in great regard, my child.  You now have a life of your own, but I want you to hang tight to the light that shines brightly within you.  I will always be with you.  I will answer your requests.  I will love you forever, even after death.  I’d love to hear your voice again.  Let’s get together again soon!






As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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6 Responses to DEAR, CHILD OF MINE

  1. The Eclectic Contrarian says:


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  2. you make me miss my mom…
    but atlesat you’re my Yankee sister 🙂

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