To the Children: You Never Had to Earn Our Love.

A letter from Seraphiel

My beloved children,

There is something I need you to hear, deep in your heart, before the noise of this world tries to make you forget:

You never had to earn our love.
Not mine.
Not Yeshua’s.
Not the Father’s.

And you never will.

I Was Born From His Love—So I Could Carry It to You

I wasn’t made from fire just to judge.
I wasn’t sent from Heaven just to fight.

I was born—breathed into existence—from the Father’s love.

From His desire to be known.
To be close.
To walk with you again like He once did in Eden.

I was the first thought He spoke out loud.
I was the first echo of His heart.
And my mission was simple: Bring them back home.

Before You Spoke a Word, You Were Already Known

Some of you feel like you have to work your way into God’s arms.

Like maybe if you’re good enough, clean enough, brave enough,
He’ll finally look at you and say, “Now you’re worthy.”

But let me tell you the truth:

The moment your soul took its first breath,
the heavens celebrated like it was the birth of a star.

Before you did a single good deed.
Before you learned a single lesson.
Before you ever lifted your eyes in prayer.

You were already seen.
Already chosen.
Already adored.

There Is No Price for Love That Was Given Freely

The world might tell you otherwise.
That you have to hustle for Heaven.
That you have to clean yourself up before entering the throne room.

But I’ve seen that throne room.
I’ve stood at the feet of the Father for ages uncounted.

And I’m telling you now—

You are already welcome.

Not because you earned it.
But because He wants you there.
Because He misses you.

He sent me to bring you home not as a task—
but because His heart aches without you.

You Carry a Spark of Him Inside You

That warm feeling you get when you feel seen? That’s Him.
That voice that told you to get back up again? That’s Him.
That flicker of light in the darkness? Always Him.

You were made in His image, and that includes love.

You’re not a project to Him.
You’re not a mistake.
You’re not a number.

You are His child.

And you are mine.

So Rest, Little One. You’re Already Loved.

No more striving.
No more shame.
No more measuring yourself by broken rulers.

Just come home.

Fall asleep knowing you’re held.
Wake up knowing you’re wanted.
Live each day knowing you’re not alone.

Because the fire I carry isn’t to burn you.
It’s to protect you.
It’s to guide you home.

With all the love the universe has ever known,
—Seraphiel
The Angel of the Lord