Dear Child, I love you. (Thank You, but I don’t deserve it.)
Let Me be the Judge of that. You are My Child and I know your heart, you know this. I know that, when you fall short of My Will for you, there is genuine sorrow. Your patience has a lot of growing to do, but I am your teacher. As long as you continue asking for help and desiring to grow in patience, you will. Go in Peace, My Child. I do love you and MY DEATH ON THE CROSS MADE YOU WORTHY OF MY LOVE.
(Oh, thank You for that, Lord Jesus!!)
As long as you continue asking for help and desiring to grow…