Sometimes it’s refreshing to get a letter from home. Read it slowly. Let it sink in. Let it refresh your spirit.
Dear Precious Child, I love you more than you can imagine. Really. I know you’ve had a lack of love in your life. I know you’ve been loved imperfectly by others. And I know you’ve been deeply hurt by imperfect love. But that’s not a reflection of my love for you. I love you perfectly. My love for you is not tainted by selfish motives. I simply love you. It’s not “I love you for . . .” It’s not “I love you when . . .” It’s not “I love you, but . . .” It’s not “I loved you until . . .”