ĐIỀU NÀY THẬT SỰ ĐANG XẢY RA NGAY BÂY GIỜ – CON HÃY NGHE KỸ | THÔNG ĐIỆP TỪ CHÚA

My dear child, pause for a moment and truly be present in this instant. Don't rush past it; don't let your mind be drawn away by familiar distractions. What is currently happening is absolutely not normal. This is not a coincidence, nor is it a random flow in your life. I don't need your full attention without sharing. Do not be distracted by what is unfolding around you, for it did not begin the moment you read these lines. It started a very long time ago. Long before the child's eyes met each word. Before my heart stirred with an indescribable feeling that made me stop and listen. In life, there are moments that pass by like any other ordinary instant—light and fleeting, leaving no trace. Yet there are moments that carry the weight of the heavens. Sacred stillnesses standing at the threshold between what has been and what is to come. This is precisely such a moment. A point of convergence that is not illusory, but profound enough to alter the entire course of the journey one is walking. You didn't tell me in a proper way. I'm speaking to you because this moment has been carefully considered, prepared, and arranged with a precision that, when you were in the turmoil of the past, you couldn't perceive. You know, I've heard so many different voices, so many explanations, judgments, and conclusions about why everything happened the way it did. Each voice pulls me in a different direction, making my heart heavy and scattered. But right now, Father needs all those sounds to fade away. Let them shrink within your heart. What your father is saying is not meant for the surface of your thoughts, but for the deepest part of your soul. If you let yourself be swept away by haste or doubt, you might miss the very answer your heart has quietly sought for a long time. I kept this back not because I rejected you, but because I wanted to protect you. If Father had given it to you sooner, you might have misunderstood it, been afraid, or even turned away from what was meant to heal and lift you up. There were seasons when I would wonder why Father remained silent, why those doors stayed closed, Why must I wait so long while others seem to move forward so easily? But I don't see what you see, Father. You don't see the fragile parts within you that still need healing. My child, you don't realize how quickly fear can cause you to let go of something good. I still haven't seen how old wounds can distort the new things you want to give me. What you call mere delay is often, in fact, protection. What you call silence is often compassion. And what you once thought was abandonment was actually your father's hand holding onto something precious. Until the child is strong enough to receive it without shattering it through doubt or unhealed wounds. I don't know, there are nights when I wonder if you've forgotten me. There are mornings when the child wakes up with a burden that no one around understands. Outside, I continue on, still strong, still normal. But inside, I'm silently asking myself how much longer I can endure. You have seen every moment—every thought, every unspoken question. Every moment, the child thought he was utterly alone. And father was there, in every silence. Even though Dad doesn't always answer the way I expect, it's not that he doesn't answer at all. Everything is still being arranged quietly, precisely, and at the right moment. Even now, as you are reading and listening, something has already begun to move around you. These changes were quiet, unobtrusive, yet real and irreversible. Before this message reaches you, before you come to a stop here, Everything had begun to shift in places beyond the reach of the eyes. in the depths so profound that human reason has yet to measure them. Something had truly changed, even though my eyes hadn't yet clearly seen it. Some walls that were once solid in my heart have now begun to crack. Some answers that had once lain silent in this darkness have begun to move. Advancing slowly but steadily toward the child. Outside, everything may still look the same, life continuing with its familiar rhythm, There were no obvious signs preceding the change. But inside you, you know, that's precisely why your soul has lately become so different. There were sudden thoughts that became sharper, as if a layer of bone had been lifted. There are emotions that surge within me, overwhelming and inexplicable by reason. And deep within my heart, there was a strange feeling, as if something was drawing near. It's drawing very close, even though I can't yet name it. Listen carefully to the tea, child; you can't imagine those moving stars. It is not random; it is a sign, a proof that something has been kept too long. Now is the time to be liberated. A door opens not through one's own effort, but because the moment has ripened. Heaven is beginning to fulfill what was predetermined long ago. And when that moment comes, neither the fears of your past, nor any failure from your past, No words spoken by humans, nor any old wounds, can be undone. Many people can hear such words as these. But not everyone receives it as you are receiving it now. Because this did not come to me by chance; it came at the right time. The season for you has already changed. I don't know, but there are times when I wonder if that good thing is really meant for me. I just stood and watched others walk into something I once hoped for. But my child, listen deeply in this very moment. There are words that, when spoken, can represent many people. But there were also words that became personal, when the final moment arrives to meet a heart already ready to receive. And this is one of those moments. My child is not here by chance. My child does not stop here by chance. It is the Father Himself who has allowed your attention to pause right here. because the heart has stepped into a new space, Where once heard things seemed distant, they must now become real. Become close, become exclusively for you. Others might hear these words merely as a message, But child, you were destined to receive guidance. Others may feel comforted. But darling, you are being confirmed. Others may skim past it, But there's something inside you that won't let you leave. because your soul has come to realize This moment carries what you have been waiting for so long. Even though the child has never known how to name it. So, don't leave the schoolyard in the middle of the day, Don't lose focus right now, because there is a sentence, a truth ahead It may be very close to shedding light on it. Why have things in my life lately begun to change in such a strange way? The child must understand this. The one who causes you to lose your way does not always attack head-on. Sometimes, it's just enough to make the child leave too early. Stop listening too quickly, Abandon it just before clarity manages to reach you. How many times already, How many times has the child stood very close to understanding, but turned away in disappointment, whispering that there was nothing worth waiting for. How many times has the child nearly touched peace, but retreated because of the past made the child believe that hope only leads to more suffering. But this time, it will be different. This time, I'm not being dragged away anymore. This time, I won't miss it anymore. Stay here. with an open and quiet heart, for there is a very profound reason made the father touch straight into those places Yet all this time, I've silently been holding onto this question. You are not in a hurry when speaking to a soul. I've waited too long for the truth. You know very well how much I love my child. Each small hidden gap. And Father also knows, just one word at the right moment a correct touch a place where one can unravel an entire network of jealousy has been stalking the child for many years. You've seen everything. The drops of tears the child swallows in the darkness, when no one knew. The days when the child patiently waited, Even though nothing around has changed. The moments when the child almost believed that There will be nothing else coming anymore that Hope is merely a luxury. But, my child, You still hold everything in your hands. I see the times when public emotions surge to the point where I have no words left to call your name, Only silence remained, heavy and oppressive. I see the times when you try so hard to act normal, smiling, Continue as if nothing happened. while inside, I am already exhausted to the extent that no one around can truly understand. You also see those moments when the child wonders whether my prayer Can you still reach your father? When the silence lasts too long, to the point that even faith began to waver. But even in those moments, I have never left you. You're not staying silent because you're giving up. You're holding on to it things that are not safe to entrust There are doors my father never allowed to be opened not to reject the child, but to protect the child. While you haven't seen it yet, deep fragments is still being rearranged accurately. There are fathers who choose to leave, because they cannot accompany With you, to the place where your father is leading you. There are disappointments that the father allows to happen, because what I call losing my sight Sometimes it's just the necessary departure. so that the child won't be held back in the place where they are no longer belongs to My child has seen many things as endings, but understand this, Not every ending is a loss. There are endings that are simply how a father clears a space, to the new thing, something greater, What is more accurate can step forward. Because when the old structures Still standing there, The new cannot fully manifest. Bear this deeply in your heart. as an unchanging truth. When the father acted according to his promise, The repayment is not a petty assistance, not a temporary consolation Then it vanished. What father releases will touch every aspect of my life That is why The past season of mine was unlike the previous ones. Normal difficulties. It's deeper, heavier, more tense. Because great preparation always comes with with a deep reversal process and true liberation always following a journey full of challenges. You didn't talk about what The second time only raises the emotions of the child. vanished one day. I'm talking about a change that goes deep to the root. In the way a person thinks, in peace Hold on tight, Among the decisions you have made, in the relationships that the child enters into, courage in the heart the child, and the future that your child is approaching. What Father has ordained will change How to stay steady when pressure comes. It will change. how a child listens to their father when afraid Try to overpower the voice within. It will change. the way you look at the things that once made you tremble Above all It will change the way you react to it. the doors are closing now because The child will understand that some doors are closing. It is mercy. And when father opened a door Not a single opposition from humanity can be prevented. After this moment My child will no longer think as they did before. No longer praying as before and no longer any steps to take as before. A real change always starts from within before any sign had time to appear over there outside. That's how Dad acted, not in a dreamlike manner. Not ostentatious but profound and lasting. Therefore, the first signs The realization will not be due to a change in circumstances. but it is precisely the soul of the child that begins Pass on the legacy. My child will feel peace weaving through. to places where there was only panic before. Your child will see the light appear amidst the cycles of deceitful jealousy Once made the child weary. My child will sense a source of power rising up right there and every morning, the child used to wake up in dire straits. And you will realize the things used to control the child's emotions once made the child waver Now they are gradually losing their power. This does not happen by chance. but because when father started taking action Love always begins from the deepest places. places where no eyes are present that humans see Not a single clap reached it. It is the place of identity, memory fear and faith of the child Weave the lotus together. And when father reached that place When the father changes at the root, it's easy enough. then everything else in life The child will gradually change accordingly. There is a reason for every delay. but you have been through it before and before the child leaves These words, my child, will begin to be understood Why must everything happen exactly so? At this moment. You're not ready yet. for the first time the child spoke and asked My child was very sincere, but so sincere It's not yet enough to carry something great. With the swift arrival of liberation but it came too quickly will not create sustainable strength I want the answer immediately but the immediate answers often overlook deeper aspects more in need of being healed. Therefore, Father let time pass doing its job, a job but only when in the hands of father Time alone can fully accomplish this. The wait expose the unhealed wounds Silence is the key outline the voices that you have Unconsciously placing too much trust. Leave room for disappointment to happen to strip bare the expectations that you have placed in the wrong place those things that are not sufficiently solid to support our child's future. Nothing is wasted. No day is meaningless. Every step of your journey, each drop of tears, each silence Everyone is currently in motion. about this very moment. Even if you think that Nothing is happening. Even empty days like these Seemed meaningless. Even the doors that close confused me. They're all silently leading the child to this place. Tears and falls in silence. Her repeated delays hurt her deeply. Unspoken jealousies. Long-standing questions No reply. The child endures the battles alone. Not missing a single thing are all under the hand of Father heading toward an intersection the place where the father finally sowed into you will come across what your father has prepared ahead. Therefore Stay with your father Right now. Because what is beginning in this very moment It won't stop here. It will speak about everything that is coming in your life. My dear child Please listen carefully to this part. because this is where the heart is The child has misunderstood the most. My child often looks at procrastination and thought that was the distance. You look at the silence and thought that father had withdrawn. You look at the doors that won't open and began to wonder Will father change his mind about me? about the promise once silently made into the soul of the child while hope still burns bright. But now You need me to understand it deeply. More than ever. What I feel is rejection. Sometimes it is precisely protection. What I thought was absence Actually, it was my father's hand. Shielding the child until the right moment arrives. You don't keep it back That's not something I want to be. Keep it because if those things come too early They will fall into a version is not strong enough to bear. There are things if transferred before the time point will become a burden instead of a blessing. There are answers if arriving too early will confuse you instead of freeing you. Because not Every gift is light. There are gifts that carry weight of fate. There are answers that carry weight of the transformation of an entire lifetime. There are doors When opened, it will lead you to lands where... One's soul must be strong enough mature enough so as not to lose oneself amidst the new and overwhelming things Not every door is meant for you. at any given moment and not every longing is synonymous with with readiness. I understand your heart better than you do yourself. I heard it for the first time He wept and begged for a change. Silently listening to each desperate plea run away, each whisper In the dead of night, when no one knows. Each question, you ask yourself Why do others move forward? Yet the child still seems to stand still. But while you only see the present He saw the entire journey again. You see those things You are not yet calm enough to realize it. You know that there are doors if opened too early will not heal you but only causes me deeper pain. There are answers if it comes too quickly will nurture emotions that are not yet fully mature to remain steadfast when pressure comes rushing in. Inside, there are still some parts remaining clinging to illusory things to feel safe. There are still dark corners where fear lingers Shout louder than faith itself. There are still wounds that haven't had time to close. Still silently dripping blood Every time I am touched. And if father opens the door when those things You're still controlling me. My child will enter blessing but carrying along syntactic patterns of technology can shatter something beautiful Being prepared. My child often thinks that as long as one desires, Strong enough is already ready. But no, my dear Desire and readiness are two different things. Desire can burn very intensely. while inwardly Still fragile and vulnerable. Therefore, Father did not take action. under the impulse of a fleeting emotion where you are Acting with true depth of the inner life of the soul a place that sometimes you haven't even reached yet. If a father hands down to his child what I asked for right from the very first time, Perhaps the child will be happy for a moment. But then you will realize that Things that come too early are often very hard to hold onto. when the inner self of a person is not yet sufficient profoundly to support and sustain them. Understand this. Your child will see that father is not only preparing blessings by arrangement external circumstances Prepare by building It will be people themselves who will embrace those things. What comes into your hands is what matters. but what is currently taking shape inside the child before it arrives far more important. Remember the hidden seasons But the child has already gone through those seasons but when I was inside it, even don't know what to call it. The days passed by, seemingly ordinary, yet it carries an indescribable weight. There was no major external upheaval. but inside me, there is laden with unanswered questions. There are mornings Woke up feeling exhausted Not because of lack of sleep, but because the soul is quietly walking through a profound journey There are nights when the child lies there, circular thoughts about things not yet explained repeating over and over like a circle No way out. My child asked whether anything was changing. not from where I stand. Everything seemed still. but I didn't know that precisely in those quiet seasons The greatest changes currently taking place. Maturity is not It's always noisy. Even the growths The most sustainable things usually happen in silence. the strongest roots not growing up in places with bright lights and applause, but deep within the dark earth, a place where no one can see No one acknowledges it, and sometimes even the child itself began to suspect that there might be something whether it is truly living and developing beneath the surface or not. But it is precisely that hidden land a place without light no sound non-recognition is where the majority lies The true strength of your child is being formed. My child often thinks that silence means with anti-void that when there are no clear signs then nothing is happening. But my dear child, precisely in that silence, the most profound movements It is silently happening again. In that silence, You are teaching your child's heart a lesson. but no noisy environment can teach it. Learn how to be near your father without needing immediate evidence You are gently unraveling dependency. of the child into the continuous signs so that my child no longer needs to see in order to believe, No longer does one need to understand immediately to feel at ease. I'm teaching my child how to breathe. amidst the unclear matters, how to stand firm in uncertainty but not collapse every time the answer comes Arrived later than expected. The hidden season has never been a season of emptiness. It is a season brimming with tasks. slow but accurate subtle yet enduring formations and the profound healings can only occur when the child is separated away from the noise of the world. What you see is nothing ordinary. It is precisely when Father was removing The inner weaknesses within the things that still remain if kept It might later become a stain. to bring down something better. I allow the postponement. Not to make things difficult for you, but because your soul needs space to learn the things that favorable seasons bring Cannot teach. Some lessons take root only in the waiting. There are depths that are formed only When you have no choice but to trust. Let me sit down, please with prayers that have not yet been answered because if the answer comes immediately It can conceal deeper truths. But the father wants to plant within him. And I have said, the Lord Jesus, You are the song of my heart amidst every storm. Yes, precisely during those storms You are learning how to recognize presence. His faith is not dependent on circumstances. You know that waiting. Hurt the child. Not an elusive pain, but it's a lingering pain Sometimes it extends even deeper than what I must admit. The anticipation becomes the heaviest When the heart is sincere, When the child has done their best, when the child had prayed with all faith, had hoped with all sincerity Yet still nothing seemed to change. Son looks at the doors still closed, Even though the child has typed with faith. Con looks at the opportunities slipping away right before his eyes when I thought that Perhaps this time is the right moment. I watch those who leave While I had hoped they would stay. You look at those situations has not yet been resolved Even though the child had pleaded for relief until exhaustion. But you need to understand this, the closed doors It is not a random rejection. They are part of the moment. but the child cannot yet be measured by current emotions. There are doors They're not bad at all; they just arrived too early. There are opportunities That's not wrong; they only belong to one version. which belongs to my child, and which my father is still continuing to build. There are relationships Cannot continue because what is coming requires a soul The child must be quieter. It is more dispersed. A door closing often not to hinder you, but to protect the child from entering too early before the child's heart still keeps searching identity from the things your father never did used to define a child. There are things that I thought would healing, but in reality It only causes me to lose focus. There are places where the longing soul yearns to set foot but demands a great strength but the child hasn't had a chance to build it yet. Therefore, when a door remains closed, That is not punishment, It is vigilance. You are preserving a moment, a moment in time. suitable not only for the circumstances, and even with its own child. You know that feeling is very personal, especially when the child has Imagine lightness, joy, or liberation What would it be like if that door were to open? You know that feeling of disappointment It's hard to express in words when the child has already prayed Sincerely, but still only hearing The prolonged silence. But listen very carefully to this, There is no door that Father keeps closed but without purpose. There are closed doors to protect the peace of your child. There are closed doors to protect our child's future. And there are closed doors to keep the good things until old enough to take it on but not lose oneself in the process. Tears still fall In that horse, there was no waste at all. Each tear is silently falling become part of the shaping Every confused prayer incomplete is digging deeper into life again the inner life of a child Every lonely night seems meaningless, again contributing to consolidation Standing more firmly, bit by bit. Loneliness is often a mirror. Most sincerely, lay bare before me Which voices have become It's absolutely essential for the child to feel at peace. When others are intense, when the familiar words of comfort become fragile, when understanding it is no longer as abundant as it once was around here right in the middle of that vast plain, You are being taught a profound lesson. Learn how to stay. even when no one else can calm it down according to the way you used to be accustomed to. Loneliness is not comfortable. It might hurt you. makes me feel uneasy even bewildered. But that very pain is revealing a crucial truth, The relationship between a child and father needs to go deeper. go beyond what is based solely on emotion there is the presence of others. You are not abandoned, my child. You're being pulled inside. the deepest part of oneself to distance oneself from dependence on voices I can't be with you forever. That is not a loss, but it is a shift, a shift from outside to inside From temporary to sustainable. Even the jealousy of deceit There is also a purpose to what you're going through right now. even when inside it My child felt nothing at all. right or sacred. Jealousy forced the child to slow down, He does not allow the child to keep running. Only because of strong emotions. It taught the child to stop believing that Every emotion is a guidance. and more importantly. It led the child back to search for the truth. not on the surface of your mind, but beneath those assumptions that I once believed to be true. When the answers clearly being criticized The soul of the child begins to learn one thing greater than comfort, Learn to persevere through desires immediately calmed down. And remember this A prayer yet unanswered It doesn't mean it hasn't been heard. Many times, with the immediate relief while the father was answering in a slower way, deeper in a way that emotions of a human Not quiet enough to realize. There are prayers that go unanswered. by adding but by stopping it. There are prayers that are answered. by leaving behind for me those things But the child is still trying to hold on because I haven't seen the price yet but it will require in the future. You didn't lose face at all. On the contrary, Dad is adjusting. in great detail and with precision more than what I can perceive. It adjusts the timing. adjusting human beings Adjust the heart of Your servant and even the circumstances But the child didn't see it at all. You work right in those moments Looks the most normal. It moves through the conversations you didn't hear He closed off the pathways. But the child doesn't realize it. You soften the parts within the body. has become defensive. And Father strengthens the places within me. It still collapses too quickly under pressure. Father's Silence Never empty. It always draws attention. Interest and movements refined beyond capability the mind's observation Even in thoughts The most secret thought I've ever had is that So silent, so slow It's too hidden. Then the father is still there, very close. Still in the process of shaping things must be defined beforehand before entrusting them into the child's hands safely. Understood this clearly. Spiritual readiness is always more important. The craving for emotion. The longing to speak emotions I want this right now Because I feel ready. But the readiness Belonging to the spiritual court, it is the judicial examination. Even though the child desperately desires this right now, Please let it come when it will strong enough to hold on to but not lose oneself. The child's longing may be very sincere. But sincerity does not mean completeness. A sincere heart may still need to be developed further, more steadfast. I will not deny your longing. But father will never to let pure desire decide especially at those moments when the future of the child is being placed on the scale. Waiting for the Soul The child needs roots deeper than those I can understand your feelings. Wait, for true power Need to become quiet and stable but not just a flash of fire in an instant. I'm waiting because of humans but the child has already become today has brought a depth that I had never had before And when the child begins to look back, A few things will gradually become clear Not all, but enough so that the child would realize that delay Never is it senseless cruelty. It is a thoughtful love, Be careful. That is wisdom in knowing the right time to measure. It is protection from things but the previous version of it Not strong enough to carry the load. Everything your father kept has a purpose. What Father Delayed All have the intention. And what you call silence usually contains tasks most profound Precisely due to those silent tasks The child today is no longer a child of formerly The heart has learned things that pain It is simply impossible to teach without presence. of father My soul has expanded, overcome hasty reactions Your understanding has gone far beyond the initial shallow hopes. Therefore, The one coming will no longer meet an old person but he is a human being who has already been formed, has been deeply inverted, has been prepared. And precisely that difference far more important than anything else I never thought so. My child! There are moments when you look back my life and quietly conclude There must have been something wrong. You see the delays One after another, as if there were never an end. I see my expectations shattered right in his own hands. And from then on The son began to suspect. Whether what you once hoped for might have been too much so much, to the point that it will never It truly belongs to you. There are times when connection brings disappointment. Not through a great upheaval. It's not cozy at all. but silently slipping in through each a small moment, bit by bit, Teach your child's heart to expect less. A conversation that seemed, at first glance, Promising B.I.R. shift in direction. A wall door is as if already ready Open again, still tightly closed. A meticulously crafted plan Suddenly lost strength before being able to stand稳. And the child begins to wonder Why do so many things begin? but never reaching the end? Why are there possibilities leading toward close enough to awaken hope And then quietly vanish before becoming reality? But my dear child. What you call disappointments Repetition is not random loss. That is accuracy. quietly carrying out a setup but the child cannot yet see when connected to pain It's still too new. You know how that disappointment cut very deep because it touched the very spot But my expectations have already been formed. It made me wonder if I had misunderstood my father. Have you gone off track? And perhaps even the very hope itself become naive and mistakes? But listen very carefully to this Many disappointments are not proof due to the father having forgotten the child. On the contrary, they are evidence that You do not allow inappropriate things. continue to exist only because of a child's heart I've already become attached to them. Every disappointment carries with it a moment when you were unable to realize it when the child is inside there. The things that often hurt me happened exactly when they needed to happen. Because if they were to continue any longer Your bond with them will be deeper My child's dependence will be stronger and when I have to let go later The pain will be much greater. compared to what my child is going through. There are things that must come to an end even when they still look very promising. Because if we continue A child can inadvertently build their own identity revolving around something never defined for the sake of our child's future. You know there are moments My child wonders why something that was once so close has now gone away. Suddenly became distant. Why did a once-vivid possibility lost motivation without warning. Why did someone who once said they would stay? Gradually fell silent, becoming estranged or change in a way that I cannot understand. But not every ending It's all because I made a mistake. Not every change They are all signs that the child has misunderstood everything. There are endings that come Not because of failure but because Father had already foreseen what would happen If you continue along that path. And in that measurement You have chosen mercy instead of letting the child step deeper into a greater injury later. Do you remember those opportunities? Didn't it once seem almost certain? The visions that you have drawn up obvious to the point of being tangible My child imagined his own life What would it be like if that door were to open? If that plan unfolds exactly as I expect. My child has prepared emotionally. Give me a result that my child believes is approaching. And when all suddenly vanished I feel jealous. not only because of losing the opportunity but because in my heart The child had already stepped partway inside it. But you need to understand A missed opportunity is not always It's also missed, in my opinion. There are opportunities to leave. not because they are not attractive but because they lead to certain paths carrying the prices that you have yet to see. I only see the surface of a beginning. I see the entire journey. behind that initial step. Con saw the immediate relief. You see the consequences long-term hidden behind All seemed harmless. Therefore, what you call an opportunity It is likely that what was missed is precisely the very thing. is a precise redirection to the point where only when looking back later The child has just realized that they have been How much protection is that? due to the very things that did not happen. If some invitations keep coming exist in the life of a child It is very likely that the child will enter into certain environments Silently withdrawing something precious But father has placed it within me. There are places that, at first glance, seem like opportunities. yet nurtures itself amidst a rhythm of life causing the soul to grow weary little by little. If some doors keep opening according to your will Children can be drawn into these systems. Success usually comes swiftly in a bustling place. The feeling of recognition comes early Yet inner peace gradually weakened. And if every result you expect They all happen exactly when you want them to The child will be happy for a moment. Then suddenly realizing that within the initial blessings It also harbors conflicts. but I've never seen it before. Not everything that looks good It's truly good for the child's future. You are not only guarding Whatever comes into your hands You are guarding the very shape itself. of the future, a future surpassing the current emotional assessment capability therefore when an opportunity gradually fades away when the path unexpectedly takes a turn when what I hoped for suddenly drifts away but without explanation Don't think that Dad is silent or just standing by watching You are actively leading. things my child cannot yet see There are also people who leave this life. and there are departures causes my heart to ache even deeper what I dare to admit because when someone suddenly leaves The pain lies not only in their absence but also in the questions they left behind The child began to wonder Did I say too much? Did I trust too soon? I must have had too high expectations. It's simply that I have loved. in the way that goes unanswered There are those who leave in silence. There are people who change slowly. until the distance between two souls become too large to be contained There are also people who Still physically present beside you but withdrew emotionally to the point where I feel lonely even while still talking to them Their departure was painful. because a part of the child's heart had once reserved a place for the presence their long-term (or: long-term of them) But listen carefully to your father. Not everyone steps into this season It is also predestined for the child's future of the child Someone came to expose it. the wounds within me still need to be healed There are people who have come to point out that Your distinction needs to be more profound. Someone is allowed to stay only. in a fleeting moment of sorrow My heart once dreamed of a lasting story You know there are children who had tried to hold on longer complete peace allows You know, I used to pray Provide some relationships continue to exist even when the signs but my child Incorrect connections often resist their own ending. because of the child's emotions Still lingering over beautiful beginnings instead of realizing the right direction truly hidden deep beneath There are people who have to leave. because if they continue to stay They will only postpone it the next season when you are called to step forward There are voices that gradually need to fade away. because they are silently Shape your child's thinking There are attachments that need to become lighter. because I have already started to depend on it things that cannot go with a child to the place where my soul is called Their departure It's not always true that they are bad people. very often that simply means They are not signs of what is to come. And then there were doors that closed shut there are doors that suddenly slam shut Without prior notice Do not explain Not leaving enough information for the child to immediately attain peace The child stood there bewildered. Wondering if I did something wrong I wonder if I've missed an opportunity Never go back but you need to understand this A door closes It's not always about losing your bowl. Sometimes it is precisely that Compassion arose before the child could even realize it. Realize the danger There are doors that today I weep for because they closed but in the future My child will ultimately thank you for your father. did not allow them to open it because what once hurt you in a season will later become clear evidence that father protected me from those things But my current understanding is not sufficient. to measure and then your plans There are also moments of breaking apart. Failed plans often makes me think that life is unstable My child had once built everything extremely carefully Imagine each step taken at different times as long as I remain faithful sincere enough enough perseverance Then the good result will naturally arrive. but my child Life in the hands of father does not function theological humility that you can control There are failed plans because they are too insignificant compared to that You're preparing for the child. There are plans that must be broken. because they are built on assumptions and there are also plans that cannot succeed because if successful They will imprison you in comfort. but it is lower than My true calling for you Incorrect connections must come to an end before the proper arrangements You can start This is a truth that many hearts find difficult to accept. because a rupture always carries a sense of cruelty while it was happening but not everything Makes me feel deeply connected, yet cold and strong. There are very meaningful coincidences. because they touched on my loneliness the familiarity of the child There are old hopes that I have yet to let go of. but deep beneath They carry limitations. the limits of the future of mankind Cannot safely receive if those bonds that bind them Do not touch or remove My child will step into the next blessings. yet still carries old patterns those silent patterns quietly weakening the things your father wants to establish in you There are things that seem harmless but it continues to have an impact to the way one thinks, chooses, and reacts Even if you no longer recognize me their strength as well therefore Sometimes a father has to allow it. The fracture occurs It's not because your father wants you to. but because there are things that, if continued to be attached to, They will silently steer the course. long-term for the child Protection from the heavens things about the future Deeper than you think When father delays just one thing I wish for when the father diverted the child from a familiar path when a father abandons someone there's a closed door You're not just dealing with the immediate discomfort You're under protection. the things your child has not yet stepped into blessings in the future requires wisdom in the present and there are things that must come to an end Right now, even though my heart isn't ready yet because what is ahead cannot stand firm if the old platform remains intact The child needs to understand this. A blessing comes at the wrong time The moment is often difficult to maintain for long. but a blessing came after The child has been properly shaped. Being prepared from within will carry a completely different strength. There are seasons when the child looks around and only saw absurdity Too many things remain unfinished. Too many directions are unclear. Too many changes are happening. but without explanation I feel like what should have stayed behind it's slipping out of their hands again but my child while the child saw the fragments Heaven is quietly making arrangements. You're resetting the puzzle pieces. but the child cannot yet be put back together Let it allow some things to appear as if shattered because of the actual arrangement In the deep layers, jealousy often appears deceptive. before it became clear The reason the child feels disoriented It is because the arrangement is currently taking place. where I have not yet seen and from a human perspective during the waiting period Things rarely look beautiful right away. He often comes like before loss Jealousy before empty before But Father knows every single thing clearly. You know each disappointment What are you removing? You know, every closed door What are you blocking again? You know, every departure making room for what You know, every plan fails. What are you protecting the child from? I see the fragments I see a sequence I feel the disruption I see a design You feel the deep silence disappointed I can see the movement beginning. where my eyes cannot yet measure Therefore, when the child looks back Don't just remember what never came to be Learn how to recognize What has been protected Ask yourself if everything I ever wished for came true exactly as originally intended Is the child really safe? in which not There have been many times when my heart has been saddened. because of the things in Heaven Above had soon realized it was distorted There are many tears. fell after the endings, but later on precisely those endings once again become hidden mercy and even now while there are still questions without answers And also remember this deeply Nothing is random. the moment of disappointments within it, a precision those fearful eyes of the child It is usually the necessary arrangements that are required. things that do not remain in life They are never predetermined. to define the future of the child while I thought that Everything is breaking apart. I'm rearranging everything right on time. in the right position for what It truly belongs to you and can come to you but not destroyed and my child There are pains that children carry but no one truly understands it completely because most of what hurting occurs in places where But I don't know how to put it into words There are moments Others see your face but I don't see the equal battle after that silence They hear their child's ordinary words. but couldn't hear the weight hidden deep beneath They think I'm still okay. because the child still moves forward still answering still present but they did not know that inside You're carrying forward what you've begun. Thinning out the strength of oneself but Father sees You see each silent pain I have never been able to reach human language How many times have you seen me smile? When my heart is weary You see, the times when I chose silence Not because I have nothing to say but because explaining pain It's even harder than carrying it alone. I understand the type of injury Not noisy from outside yet silently加重 upon the soul bit by bit until even the most ordinary things also became heavy and cumbersome No pain of yours even once managed to escape his father's attention There are wounds within the child. not from circumstances but from betrayal and betrayal carries a kind of pain that is very different because it doesn't just hurt the child It also causes a fundamental shift in the very foundation. faith of the child My child has given away sincerity where I believe I will be welcomed with corresponding sincerity But then one day I realize that what I used to believe had not been kept carefully on the other side Sometimes betrayal comes through words that should not have been spoken should not be spoken Sometimes it comes in silent promises fade away over time Sometimes it is absence. at the very moment of presence become the most necessary and sometimes it is the moment I realized the person I thought understood me the most again choose to stand at a distance even though still very close Betrayal made me start to doubt. his own personal memory With you, every moment keep looking to see what sign I might have missed I wonder How can something that once brought a sense of safety Now it has become painful again. only when recalling I have seen all those questions Even if you just keep them in your heart feel the silent struggle when the child tries not to become cold-hearted not closed just because someone else has treated with reckless abandon, with the heart of a child There are nights Sleep does not come to me easily. The body is exhausted. but the mind continues to keep moving The child lies still. but the thoughts keep circling around Go back to old conversations questions without answers the uncertain futures and fears as well You've never said it out loud There are nights when the room is very quiet. but inside me is full incessant noises Looking into the darkness and wonder about the things during the day My child dares not utter the name. My child wonders why peace became distant again even though the child truly wishes to speak Why does the child wonder? The memories return more clearly than ever when everything around calms down sleepless nights often becomes the place where pain resides shout the loudest because all the daytime stars have departed but my child Even there You're still very close. when no one knows how long I've been awake You know when each breath of mine becomes heavy with worry heard when thoughts keep repeating over and over But the child wishes for them to stop I understand. and there are tears that a child never lets fall in front of anyone The child has gotten used to crying in silence because sometimes the pain runs too deep to the point where words become unnecessary There are tears falling It came as a very surprising turn of events. There are drops that come after you've already tried your best Too strong for too long With them, we go very fast. Sometimes because I don't want anyone to bother me Sometimes because you no longer have enough strength to explain And there are times when I cry Not because something new happened but because there are too many little things gathered until the child's heart Cannot keep them silent any longer but know this, my child count every tear drop of your child Not a single drop fell down but cannot be seen Not a single moment Which part of the child was overlooked? even the tears still trying to hide, even hiding from oneself nor could he escape his father's gaze Even those tears Falling down when I thought everything was the same Nothing has changed. Also cherished by father You didn't say this in a timely manner. counting every drop because each drop carries meaning Each tear is a story whose words Cannot be fully recounted Each drop is a profound whisper of the heart The drop of my child's tear is heard understood and acknowledged and my child amid all of that You are incredibly precious. You are the light of morning in my father's eyes a life not defined because of what you've done to hurt me but because of what your father is enduring day by day restore inside the child If Your Majesty is sowing, then Instill in my soul a new hope A gentle hope but persistent Please keep it. nurture it and let it grow until you can stand and sing perfectly Not because the child is no longer in pain but because the child has been healed from the very place that once lay in ruins Amen Finally, thank you for receiving today's message. Don't forget to subscribe and turn on the notification bell so that we may continue receiving vibrant words together Build a solid faith and does not transmit and the daily walk in infinite love of God