Letter Twenty-Two ~ from God

LETTER TWENTY-TWO

Dear Child:

I hear the cries of your grandson Eliot.  He is in the other room; you are here.  Have you ever thought about how many times someone cries out to me for help?

I hear cries of helplessness, hurt, emotional pain, desperation, sadness, hunger, and so many more.  I hear every cry, everywhere.

My hand is not weak.  My arm is not short.  My eyesight is not blind to the needs of humanity. 

Down through history I have used some interesting individuals to relieve the cries of suffering mankind.

I’ve used a prostitute

I’ve used a handsome young king even though he was caught in the arms of another woman

I’ve used a whale

I’ve used a corrupt tax official

I’ve used a smelly fisherman

I hear every cry, every time.  And best of all, I am there in the midst of the suffering.

I heard Eliot as he cried.  Now he is silent.  Nanny comforted him, and he is asleep again.

Be at peace.

You are in my care. 

You are in my sight. 

You are my design. 

I am your God.

One-Hundred Letters from God,

Offering Hope~Encourgement~Inspiration

P Michael Biggs

From my book – The Letters