Dear Jesus letter x2

Eight days ago, God placed a calling in my heart: 40 days dedicated to writing, to being still, and to waiting. I’m the kind of person who needs to know, who seeks to understand. As a foster child, my journey hasn’t been straightforward. But through it all, I’ve started to realize that God has my back, and why Jesus exists.

I’ve been wrestling with the notion that the Creator has grander plans for me than I can possibly fathom. This realization is slowly teaching me to quiet my mind, to find peace in His presence.

My goofiness is my shield, my way of coping. I’m funny because I’ve witnessed things much worse than most can imagine. This has filled me with empathy, with an innate understanding of what others need, and what I need when I’m calm.

Jesus is my best friend, guiding me, whether it’s through a token, a building, or an experience. With Him, I feel an overwhelming sense of agape love for everyone.

We’re here to support one another, to bring each other peace. It’s okay if some aren’t at your table; they’re still there in spirit, and God watches over them, should they choose to believe. If our paths ever reconnect, I would rejoice, proclaiming our unity from the highest mountain.

Addiction is a fierce demon, and it’s time to call it what it is. I’ve struggled to understand life’s extremes, but a revelation came when I explored my ancestry and discovered my biological father’s side. I never got the chance to meet him as he passed away before I could. This discovery initially made me want to lash out, questioning why I couldn’t have a connection with my own bloodline.

But perhaps, we are destined for something greater, something beyond mere wealth. In my heart and mind, I know there’s a difference between being wealthy and being rich. With Jesus by my side, speaking through my words, I’m determined to explore this distinction. Despite living paycheck to paycheck and consolidating a lot, I hold on to faith. I believe in @KyleDBrehm1 and what that represents. I sensed a connection with this path the moment I re-engaged.

We are under pressure, but it’s not about seeking fame; it’s about our families finally seeing a beacon of hope. I dream of a large, tight-knit family, united and strong. Jesus taught us to band together against those who may feel superior. It’s a harsh reality, but one we must face.

I’ve fallen many times, but I hold onto the belief that humanity will ultimately prevail and conquer. My prayer is to be remembered as one of the good ones when history recounts our stories.

Thank you, Jesus, for your guidance and love.

With gratitude,

Jamie