Sit with me, my little one, and I will tell you a story. I will tell you of the love of your father. It is unending love, gracious and true, and without variation. It is love that runs deep beyond your greatest imagination, deeper than the universe from one end to the other and back again. Immeasurable. Unthinkable. Without words.

Words and thinking cannot fathom the richness of this love. You must sit and let it pour over you. And as you sit and you let it cover you, you will feel it begin to stir from within as well, stir and flow until the inner warmth touches your outer sweetness, and you will find you are totally enveloped. Be patient and shut out the distractions so that you might take in this love.

For this reason, I sit with you. I take your hand and sit silently, in peace, with you. For your Father’s love, the story of this love, has no words. It simply is.

from Joy Unfolding: Messages for the Guarded Heart