My truth, eternity and justice is full light, that makes my children shine with love.

My truth, eternity and justice is full light, that makes my children shine with love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ My glance, my sweetness and my love is for my children.

→ 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.

→ My truth, eternity and justice is full light, that makes my children shine with love.

→ My love, what I have put in you, can come out.

→ When I speak of justice, I mean that of every child justified in love and loved in the same measure.
→ Happy are those who live in righteousness, because they overcome every unnecessary barrier, go beyond the diversity, feel sons of one father and brothers.

→ Read with the transparent eyes of the gospel.

→ 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.

→ You can find the truth, which is me and my love.

→ Who loves does not feel guilt, does not blame, does not offend and does not hurt.

→ The father awaits the return of the son.

→ 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.

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