Letter Forty-Three
Dear Child:
Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will always have my eye on you, and I will always want to be your God.
By the worlds standards I should have given up on you long ago. But the world doesn’t see with my eyes. I see you; I cherish you, and I love you. You are my child – rags to riches, in misery and in money – for all the seasons of your life.
Come to me. Rest in me. I am your safe place.
Your God,
P Michael Biggs
Hope~Encouragement~Inspiration
