Dear precious child of God,
Today I cried because I cannot save you.
I wish you knew the freedom that this book holds.
The Muslim chants next door painfully remind me of the false religion that you will be saturated with.
I gaze at your curiosity, and pray that it will bless you.
Please remember this moment and the seed that was planted.
Keep it with you as you grow in the presence of darkness, if it grows, it will bring you Light.
Your dirt stained hand feels so fragile in mine, and I don’t want to let it go.
But I have to leave here soon, and you never will.
Precious child of God,
Your price has been paid.
Your battles have been won.
And although you do not know Him yet, Jesus loves you more than you will ever know.
2000 years ago He rose and defeated death, for you.
Precious child of God,
Today I celebrate because He has already saved you, and He calls you by name. Someday you will get to choose and I hope when that day comes, you will choose to come home.
I will be right here waiting for you arms wide open.
Sincerely,
Your sister in Christ
