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My dear, precious child,

I love your laugh. And so often it is heard. It stands out to Me above the chatter of the millions of My children. I love how you find the bright side of every shadow. The silver lining on every dark cloud. I appreciate how you always find unique ways to cheer up My other children.

Even when you aren't laughing, and feel as if you'll never laugh again, come close to me. When your parents are at it again, fighting the never-ending fight that consumes their lives, I see you, curled up and crying on your bed. I'm only a thought away, closer than your heartbeat. In less time than it takes to think I could be with you, comforting you, wiping your tears as you sob. Won't you let Me? It hurts Me more than you when you cry. Can't you see? All My angels are begging Me to let them surround you, to hold you.

posted by Kathryn at 1/08/2006 09:38:00 PM