In my early 20s, I was introduced to the “Love Letter from God” during a special moment of adoration. I remember sitting on the floor, leaning against a chair, resting on my arms. A small candle flickered in a room full of other women who were likely hurting just as much as I was.

My life was shattered when I lost Katrina’s father two months after getting married. It was a tragic event—one I will carry with me for a lifetime. I was never close to my own father, and now I knew my daughter would grow up without hers. My heart was broken and I felt completely helpless.

After hearing the “Love Letter from God,” my soul was renewed, because I knew the words I was hearing came straight from God’s Word.

Years later, as my daughter began discovering the world, life, and herself, she would come to me during stressful moments. I would have her lie on my bed on her back. I would turn off the lights, light a candle, switch on the ceiling fan, and we would listen to the “Love Letter from God,” imagining the fan as His breath washing over us.

It became a beautiful way to be still—to meditate, to allow the soul to heal, renew, and rest.

I hope you find peace and comfort in the “Love Letter from God.”