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  • Writer's pictureConnie Miller


Updated: Oct 12, 2019

My Dear Child,

I will always love you, and I go all places with you; even the crooked paths! I am in the mess with you. I am not deterred by humanities messiness. I remain clean, pure, and full of compassion in the midst of the dirty messes. I love to clean my children up from the places they have wandered.

You have stepped in many mud puddles and when you come to me, I rush to clean you up; Every time! I bandage your scrapes and scratches with my love!

There are many things in this world that will scrape you and leave you with scars; That's ok! My Son has scars to; nail pierced, scarred hands that were willingly scarred for you! We know your pain, your hurts, your scars. Don't cover them up. Leave them exposed to the air of my breath. I breath healing upon you and I use those scars for my divine purposes.

I want you to remember that when someone that you hold dear gets hurt, you can't fix it. Only I can! If there was not hurt and pain my people would not be as inclined to call upon me. Everyone needs to come to a place of knowing they cannot fix, or heal, their own bumps, bruises, scrapes, and scratches. They must come to me; The great physician.

So, some hurts must come to those you love, but you can be rest assured, I will lead them straight to the great I AM! And they will know and believe that I am their God!

Do not fret, my Child. I love you!

Your Daddy,


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