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LETTER FROM GOD



Dear Child, 

Stress is really separation. 
Worry is separation. 
Fear is separation. 
Sadness is separation. 

We’re afraid because we feel alone. 

We’re sad because we feel no one is there for us. 
Anger and unforgiveness is also separation. 

Yours truly, God 

P.S. 
Any movement towards separation makes us sick. But any movement towards connection makes you whole! 
When you forgive, when you love, when you trust, you walk towards your healing.

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