Today, This Moment, The Year of Your Lord
I thought I should write you this morning. To put down a few words. To speak into creation my ongoing love for you.
There are times when I watch you, somewhat at a distance. I leave that space so that my watching doesn’t impede your playing. But there is really no space at all. Because by not being “right with you” I get to see you as you truly are. My “distance” allows me to see you within the full scope of your existence. And never forget, my child, not for a second, I create your existence. It is not an event of the past. I am active. Always. I am always creating you, and I am always enjoying my creation. That is why I watch.
I watch you unfold. I watch frowns and frustrations unfold into smirks and full-blown smiles. I watch you evolve and grow. I watch you transform. I watch you fight then make up. I watch you get hurt then heal. I watch you hoard then share. Of course there are many times, my dear child, always in fact, that I want to jump in and save the day, to stop the fight, the hurt, the misunderstanding before it even begins. But I love you too much to always deny you such good food and such nutritious drink.
I will your existence moment by moment, and my will is love. I know exactly how much you need to digest in order to provide for your perfect growth. I also know when too much of one nutrient or the denial of another is not part of my overall plan.
Perhaps that is the hardest thing about being a father, knowing that your maximum freedom within the ever-expanding bounds of my love is what you most need. Such liberty leads you into the divine individuality that I ultimately will to be achieved. And it’s also what makes you most valuable to our one, united, and very common family.
True liberty is what makes you most like me.
Please enjoy my gift this new day.
That’s what I will.
Enjoy my love. Enjoy your freedom. Enjoy the play of keeping it all within bounds. For you should also know—your freedom without my love is a very dangerous game. A game that as much as it grieves me to see any of my children play, I must allow, if the freedom I gift to you is to be of any value at all.
I am always with you. And know this too—and know it for sure—if at any one moment you choose to use your liberty to call out my name, I will scoop you up before you can even utter “the smallest letter or the smallest part of a letter” of my most hallowed name.
For the distance between us isn’t real at all.
It’s love. It’s everywhere. And it lasts for eternity.
I seal this with a kiss. I place it upon the palm of my hand.
I hold it out and gently blow it your way.
I love you…my dear child.
Always smiling at you,
Your Proud Papa