Oh little one, tattered and torn. I will shorten your travail. I am numbering the hairs on your head and carefully tending to each detail in your life. To those who reject me I am stretching out my arms, longing for them. Imagine, then, how close I am to those who love and seek me as you do. You are worried and bothered about so many things, but only one thing is necessary, and you have found it. Seek my face day by day and everything else will fall into place. I love you, dear child.