Did you know you are my daughter? I dream about you, I see you rise and I see you lay down to rest. I look forward to being always with you. Each day I fill my heart with words of love, so that you may know that I am with you and within you.

Open the door, I sit at the gate waiting with anticipation to see you; oh my darling daughter. My heart is overwhelmed with the thought of beholding your countenance. End my agony of missing you, “Awake!” and come to the door; open it, so I may embrace you.

Your birth was my delight and your life my greatest gift. I’ve placed a treasure in you that you only hold. Open this treasure because it’s my gift to you and unto others.

This letter is from your Heavenly Father that is breathless and in awe when you are in His presence.

He says, “To my only one”. Your Father Jesus, who is in love with you.

I laugh with joy to have had you, and then I start crying because I won’t see you for awhile. Tears of joy and tears of regret for all the things I won’t be able to tell you anymore. But then I smile again because I remember you have gone back to eternity from where you were brought.

I have comfort and joy because we will be together again when I am placed back in eternity, never to be without you anymore. I still miss you in the brief absence that I am on earth and you in eternity. Moments of each memory are conflicting feelings. But I miss you in each memory that you gave me of you.

I realize the value of each memory because now I know it’s a hand print of you that I have in my heart, never to be forgotten because your soul touched my soul for eternity.

I love you and I will see you soon.

I love the way you hold my hand because in your hand you hold me.

Our hands embrace, your grip securing, expressing that I am cherished.

I love the way you hold my hand because in your hand there is peace, and in that peace I rest.

I love the way we hold hands because in our hands, we hold each other.

Smiles and laughter represents the essence of his soul. Full of joy in everything he does.

Gratitude is a treasure you will find, in all that he does, and the friend he is in each life he encounters.

Blessing and honor crown the man, the brother, the father, and the husband he is, in the eyes of God to his family.

My  brother a great man of God, I love you for all that you are.

Only she knows what it is to be a mother and the mother to every single child she had the privilege to bear. Only she knows the feeling she had the day she knew she was pregnant with each of her children. The excitement and fear that came upon her, the hope and wonder about who her children would be, too much to understand, but she took this wonder one day at a time.

She prepared as best as possible and her children arrived with so many unexpected surprises that she could have never foreseen, as each of them was born with distinct gifts, talents, and purpose.  Each morning a delight and a worry if she would be the mother God called her to be, to these bundle of miracles that looked to her for everything.

A bit frighten but then she breathes because she realizes she is not alone, God is the one that gave her these gifts. God is the one that will see her through, until the moment her children are returned to the place, from where her children came, eternity.

She is not alone

Mother you are not alone, we belong to God and He is with you and with us. Rest your soul, because it is done. You have done your best, now let go. It is time to see the harvest of your children’s lives. You have done the best that God asked of you.

Thank you, mother

Only you and God know the meaning of your love for each of your children. All I can say is, you are loved and forgiven for any mistakes because you did your best.

Mother, I love you.

God uses the scraps of our lives. To some the pieces are unusable, but to a creative artist they are the finishing touches, at times leading to a final masterpiece.

These fragmented pieces represent the missing parts of a collective colorful life, made up of moments that were abruptly torn up or torn out, perhaps thought not needed at the moment by someone who was creating something else. But along came the artist of all, seeking not to create just something, but seeking to create something new.

He goes on a hunt; He doesn’t seek to buy what is new, or on a display. As He searches, He finds scraps of paper, photos, and many other things. He begins to see the beauty in their very texture of what they are, and He knows He has found a treasure because He can use it in everything. The paper and everything He finds lend themselves to what He is creating and submit to Him because they were discovered and not thrown away. They can be of service and become  part of His masterpiece.

The Master Artist found the scraps and they were priceless to Him. Don’t underestimate the value of a scrap, for it gets its value in the eyes of the Master Artist.

As a child I dreamt I would meet you some day.

I remember walking the hallways of school and looking to see if I could find you.

At times I thought it was you I met, but shortly I knew it was not you I found.

As I grew and matured, I kept looking and waiting.

Until one day I asked God if He would help me find you.

God knew my heart and my desire for you.

And one day, God took His hands and covered my eyes, with love He asked me, “Do you trust me?”

As I sat there with my eyes closed, I uttered, “I trust you, Lord.”

He lifted His hands, and I opened my eyes. When I looked upon you, and you looked upon me, I smiled because I knew, we were meant to be.

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

And love is the sweetest fragrance of life.

The dawn of the evening last night

Represented the end of two lives in solitude, and love brought forth the morning sun today.

The aurora announced its birth, nature was drawn to it, and all of heaven’s hosts arose in anticipation, as our souls began to harmonize a song, as one.

All nature is silent; blushing in complete surrender to the melody of this song.

The sparrow refrained from singing; to hear your souls becoming one.

Male and female He created you;

But in love, you are now, one.

Touching lives is your gift, a sweet smile of kindness to all that embrace your presence are you. Warm hearted is your embrace of grace in the friend you are to all that come to know you.

Beloved and cherished are you in the hearts of all you have touched, by the hand print of your life.

Thank you, for your hand print of love.

This is how God sees you and described you as a gift of His Handprint to me and all of us. In His love, Jesus’s Handprint is on your life.

Definition of Hand print-A mark or trace left by a hand, including more than fingerprints.

Life is filled with commencements and today you start the journey of discovering your independence. Independence of owning the path that is not clear but owning that you will walk on it with intention.

At times you might want to get off the path but the one who has placed the road ahead of you knows how much road He can let you see, so that you can gain strength.

All you need to do is take one step at a time, and with each step the road opens up; it’s clear that this path has been set by the one who goes before you. The mist clears and as you take each step, you begin to see the footprints of God; in fact you can even see in a short distance Jesus walking right ahead of you.

Congratulations for what you have achieved, I am proud of you. Be intentional in all you set forth to do because God has already set the path before you.

“I see all your days before me, before you even lived, day one!“   (Psalm 139)

In joy were you brought to be and the essence of my joy are you. The thought of you puts joy in My soul.

I think of you and how you will be and I smile, exploding with rays of light as I called you out and trace your inner-most being, one heartbeat at a time.

My heart is your heart beating, brilliantly lighting every corner of the universe.

My child’s heart changing forever the course of this world, your giggle is the laughter of my life, your kindness the reward of who you are, and your love the reason, I Am.

I celebrate your beginning.

Surrendered my son, are you. A soul submitted with a heart of love and engulfed with joy. The moon, the sun, and the twilight of day, is the hope of wonder that is in you. The sparrow sings and awakens faith to come and see what my day brings to you.

The cloud of day shadows your path and it shields you from any harm. The pit of the night is overthrown by the blazing fire of my word in you, which guides you through the night. The storm subdued, as I raise my voice against it, as you venture through the journey of life in the world I have given you.

 A man of many wonders are you; a collector of love in people that you have met along the way. You are yet to know the greatest part of your purpose.

Oh beloved son, in longing of my perfect gentleness you were formed, each detail of you so perfectly crafted just for me. A vessel of honor and a surrendered spirit are you. I your Father stand proud to hear the melody of the song in your life, as you are loved.

I write this, your loving Father and King, Jesus.