| Dear Friend, |
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| I love you and care for you. Yesterday, I saw you were laughing with your friends; I hoped that soon you'd want Me to walk with you, too. So, I painted you a sunset to close your day and whispered a cool breeze to refresh you. I waited; you never called. I just kept on loving you |
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| I wanted so much to touch you. I spilled moonlight onto your face -- trickling down your cheeks as so many tears have. You didn't even think of me; I wanted so much to comfort you. |
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| sunrise into a glorious morning for you. But you woke up late and rushed off to work -- you didn't even notice. My sky became cloudy and My tears were the rain. I love you. Oh, if you'd only listen.I really love you. |
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| meadow and in the blue sky. The wind whispers My love throughout the treetops and spills it into the vibrant colors of the flowers. I shout it to you in the thunder of the great waterfalls and compose love songs for birds to sing for you. I warm you with the clothing of My sunshine and perfume the air with nature's sweet scent. My love for you is deeper than the ocean and greater than any need in your heart. If you'd only realize how I care. I died just for you. |
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| meet Him. He cares, too. Fathers are just that way. So please call Me soon. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait because I love you |
Love,
Your Friend,
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Dear
Heavenly Father,
Make me a better parent.
Teach me to understand my children,
to listen patiently to what they have to
say
and to answer all their questions
kindly
Keep me from interrupting them,
talking back to them, and contradicting
them.
Make me as courteous to them as I would
have them
be to me. Give me the courage to confess
my sins
against my children and to ask of them
forgiveness
when I know that I have done them
wrong.
May not I vainly hurt the feelings of my
children.
Forbid that I should laugh at their
mistakes
or resort to shame and ridicule as
punishment.
Let me not tempt my child to lie and
steal.
So guide me hour by hour that I may
demonstrate
by all I say and do that honesty
produces happiness.
Reduce, I pray, the meanness in me.
May I cease to nag; and when I am out of
sorts,
help me, O Lord, to hold my tongue.
Blind me to the little errors of my
children,
and help me to see the good things that
they do.
Give me a ready word to honest
praise.
Help me to grow up with my
children,
to treat them as those of their own
age,
but let me not expect of them
the judgments and conventions of
adults.
Allow me not to rob them of the
opportunity
to wait upon themselves, to think,
to choose and to make decisions.
Forbid that I should ever punish them
for my
selfish satisfaction.
May I grant them all their wishes that
are
reasonable and have the courage always
to withhold
a privilege which I know will do them
harm.
Make me so fair and just, so
considerate
and companionable to my children
that
they will have a genuine esteem for
me.
Fit me to be loved and imitated by my
children.
