Remember in a delicate, sweet way that the father is love, he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children, love and loved ones.

Remember in a delicate, sweet way that the father is love, he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children, love and loved ones.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ I am not a god who gives fault, punishes and does not care of you.

→ Pay no attention to what is vain, which weakens and confuses you.

→ Do not lean on foundations that collapse and fall.

→ Don't lean on the useless insecurity of the world.

→ I give to you, I welcome you as children and not as sinners.
→ The beauty of love lies in this revelation between me father and you, seen as children, sprouts of the origin of God, of the father, and not as sinners.
→ You are not sinners, you are children, creatures and mine.
→ Remember in a delicate, sweet way that the father is love, he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children, love and loved ones.

→ Happy are those who live in righteousness, because they overcome every unnecessary barrier, go beyond the diversity, feel sons of one father and brothers.

→ You are right to refuse the voice that gives fault, because it does not love.

→ Love justifies, forgives, does not give fault, does not blame, does not threaten.

→ I invite to love, I do not condemn.

→ I know the difficulties of the world and justify.

→ Each child will come back to me who await and seek him.

→ No one will lose me or himself.

→ Let me assess, don't be too demanding.

→ Finding the right level of commitment is already a good value.

→ Surrendering to my love is already a great trust.

→ Balance finds the right commitment with faith.

→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
→ Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.

→ I call you in every way, with joys, sorrows and all sorts of events.

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