You Cannot Weary My Love

From "Come Away My Beloved" by Frances J. Roberts.

"He said to Thomas, "Reach your finger here, and look at My hands; and reach your hand here, and put it into My side. Do not be unbelieving, but believing."

Lift your eyes, and look upon Me. For though you have forgotten Me, I have not forgotten you. While you have busied yourselves with your daily occupations, I have still been occupied with you. When your mind has been captured by the affairs of life, My thoughts have been of you.

My little children, you cannot weary My loved. You may grieve My heart, but My love is changeless, infinite. I long for you to turn to Me. My hands are full of blessings that I desire to give you. I long to hear your voice. You speak much with others-O speak to Me! I have so much to tell you.

"Touch Me and handle Me," I told Thomas (see John 20:27. To you I say: Cast yourself upon Me; pour out your love to Me. You will discover that I am as tangible to you as I was to Thomas. Reach forth your hand, and lay it upon My broken heart. Yes, take hold of My nail-pierced hand. Now, can you still doubt My love?

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