Lift your eyes, and look upon Me. For though you have forgotten Me, I have not forgotten you. While you have busied yourselves with your daily occupations, I have still been occupied with you! When your mind has been captured by the affairs of life, My thoughts have been of you.
My little children, you cannot weary My love. You may grieve My heart, but My love is changeless, infinite. I long for you to turn to Me. My hands are full of blessings that I desire to give you. I long to hear to hear your voice. You speak much with others. Oh, speak to Me! I have so much to tell you.
I am not a remote power. I am an intimate person, even as yourself. Have you forgotten that I made you in My own image and likeness? It is not that I am as you, but are are like ME! Do not let material and physical elements destroy your comprehension of Me as a person.
"Touch Me and handle Me" I told Thomas. To you, I say: Cast your care upon Me; pour your love out to Me. You will discover that I am as tangible to you as I was to Thomas. Reach forth your hand, and lay it upon My heart. Take hold of my nail-pierced hand. Now, can you still doubt Me or my love?
by Frances J. Roberts
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