For you see, My child, time is in My hand.

And who is to say that a life lived within the womb does not have as much value as a life on the outside? And who is to say that this child’s life did not fulfill its purpose in My eyes?

For you see, My tender child, time is in My hand.

And life is life because I create it, not because of its length. And a life lived three years is of as much value as a life lived eighty years.

Or a life lived eight days within the womb.

For you see, sweet child of Mine, the essence of life never lies within what your your hands touch or your eyes may see. Life is life because I choose to create it. Because I choose to cherish it.

I entrusted you with a life for a while, and you loved it so well, favored child of Mine. You did well. And I received it back to Me, this precious life that grew within your womb.

I give time. I give life. I receive time back to Me. I receive life back to Me.

For you see, dear child of My heart, time is in My hand. Life is in My hand.


Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann

one thousand#712 Realizing on time that I made a terrible banking mistake

#713 A wonderful night’s sleep 

#714 A Walk with a friend

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