Letter to Claire for her Birthday (Jan 17 2016)

Hey Claire, Happy Birthday! I'm sorry that I am telling you this late, but I have not had the chance to emial you until now. I'm sending this to you, and it's only to you, because I love you. I am so happy that I am able to be your brother. When I see pictures of our Family it helps me to have strength, did you know that? seeing your smile makes this mission easier, and it makes it more fun too, because I know that you, and the rest of our family are being taken care of. I heard that Bro. Walker is your new Primary teacher, right? He is really great, you'll like having him as a teacher. I want you to know something. This Church, is true. Do you know what that means? That means that you have a Dad, okay, and He lives in Heaven. He is your Dad... you have two, you have a MOM AND a DAD who live in Heaven. What does that make you? That makes you... thier Daughter. right? Claire, I want you to think about what that means for just one second... you are a daughter, of the God that made the Earth. He made it. And do you know why you're here? on earth? You're here because you decided to come here. Let me tell you a story about what happened... Once upon a time, you and I were little kids, we would run around, and we would play, we were still brothers and sisters, but we lived at Home. At our house, we had a GAZILIONZ BILIONZ of bedrooms, and MILLIONS of bathrooms. And we had a great big Living Room. There were so many rooms because Mom and Dad had so many kids... we were their kids. And every once in a while, Dad would call us downstairs to the Great Big Living Room, because he wanted to tell us something. And we would always run as fast as our little spirit feet could take us, and then we would all pile into this great big Eternal Living Room, and we would all see Dad sitting in his Big old Recliner, and we were always so excited because Every time we were called into the living room by dad, we knew that we were in for a treat. Because dad, was about to tell us another one of his stories. And we Loved listening to Dad's stories. Dad always had these wonderful stories about how he grew up, and how he learned to be so great. He would tell us about how when He was young, he had to learn by trying, and working, and by failing, and by succeeding. He would tell us about how he had to make some very important decisions when he was younger, and that he had Eventually become the person he is today. We were always so Excited to hear about these stories because they were always filled with Excitement and wonder, and they were stories of Trial, and hardship, and struggling, and then we always knew that the story ended well. Dad Told us about his stories as a child, and we loved to hear about them Then One day, Dad Called us downstairs again. We came running as fast as our feet could take us once again, and we rushed into the great big living room. We knew that we were going to hear about one of Dad's stories again. We were all so excited... Except this time, we were a little confused, because when we ran into the Living room, we saw Dad sitting in his recliner, and then we saw Mom standing next to him with her arm on the back of the chair, and she had a couple tears in her eyes, and Dad looked more serious. As we filled in and sat down, none of us made a peep, we were all so confused. "is something wrong?" "mom's here this time, this is important" "what happened?" "who's in trouble this time?" As we all took our seats, Mom smiled through her tears and then Dad said, "Kids, today we have something that we want to talk to you about. Your mother and I, have been talking, and we have decided, that it is time for you, each of you, to begin your own stories. Just like the stories that I have always told to you, about how I had to learn, grow, struggle, Love, fail, succeed, lose, gain, serve, die, and live... Now you know that it's true, and now it's time for you to go out and do it for yourselves." We all Stood up and Cheered as loud as we could, and so did Sampson, and Every other Dog that we had back then! And then Dad told us, "but you will not be able to come home, unless you do Exactly what I tell you to do." then we asked Dad, "how will we know what you want us to do?" and Dad said, "we need to chose one of you to be an example and a leader for Everyone to follow." We all looked around at each other, and then a hand went up in the back, the way back of the room, our big brother Lucifer said, "hey dad, send me, I'll do it, but I want everyone to know that I was the best." some of us decided to follow Lucifer, but Claire, you and me and everyone else looked at the front row of our brothers and sisters at our Big brother Jehova. now Jehova was the best big brother anybody could have ever asked for. He made his bed Every morning, and he would do extra dishes when one of us would forget, and he would play games with us if nobody else ever wanted to play games with us, and our big brother Jehova was always doing nice things for us. We all believed that Jehova would be the best example for us. But we were all too scared to ask our big brother Jehova to do that for us, but then something amazing happened... Jehova stood up, and said to Dad and to Mom, "Dad, I am willing to do my best to help my brothers and sisters live come home safely, and I would do by best to be their example to follow. I will follow your commandments, and I will take upon myself the mistakes of my brothers and sisters, so that they can come home someday, if they accept me, that they may also, and more importantly, accept you. I would help them in any way I can, and I'll tell them to follow me, so that we all, can follow you." We were all sooo happy that Jehova had offered to do this for us, and our mother wept, and we didn't understand why, and Father said, "yes, I hoped you would say that." And then we came here... one at a time, at different times, to write our own stories. And Claire, we still have our big Brother Jehova, (now his name is Jesus Christ), as our example to follow, and when we mess up, he is there to help us if we ask him to. our Big Brother Jesus Christ knew that the best way for us to learn, was by example. so when He was born, he lived a perfect life, and was the perfect example for us. He then suffered for our mistakes, and because he suffered for each of us, He knows who we are perfectly. And because he knows us perfectly, He knows how to help us perfectly too. and one day, we'll all return to live with Mom and Dad again, and we'll be so happy that we too will have stories to tell. and we too will have kids to whom we can tell our stories. and we will be happy, forever. Claire... This is why we're here on earth. This story, it true. but the best person to tell the story, is our Big Brother, Jesus Christ, who can tell it perfectly. Claire, you and me have brothers and sisters here, all around us, who do now know about this because they have forgotten their big brother who they used to love. They have forgotten that Dad and Mom are always watching us and hoping that we will be safe, and they help us out every day. They want us to come home soooo bad, but they know that they cannot make us come home, we need to decide to do that on our own. But that is why I am out here, Claire. I wish I could be home for your birthday, but now you know, that the best birthday present I can give to you, is my love, which is the only thing that will last longer than this life. haha, have a good week, and have a good, year. when I see you again, you'd better be in young womans, hahaha! Love ya! Your big Brother, (but not your best big brother), Connor Attachments area Preview attachment GOPR0022.JPG Image GOPR0022.JPG