Dear Lincoln,
I don’t know you. I’ve never seen you. I’ve never hugged you. I’ve never kissed you. I don’t even know what you look like. But regardless, you’re still mine. God used me to bring you into this world. Since you belong to me, no person can love you more. No one seeks your best interest and well being more than I do. I’m your earthly father and a representative of God, the father.
Did you have a good Christmas? What did you get? Have you ever heard the Christmas story – the story of Christ’s birth? It’s in Luke chapter 2. If you don’t have a King James Bible, ask Addison if you can borrow her’s or if she can read it to you. I sent her a pink King James Bible some time ago. You must be getting big. Aren’t you 5 years old now?
Maybe Addison could send me a picture of you. I pray that we will reconnect sometime in the near future, so we can rebuild our relationship that God has intended all along. With men, this is impossible, but with God, all things are possible. Always remember that you belong to your father, who loves you and misses you dearly. Could you draw me a picture and send it to 850 Ginger Ridge Dr. Trenton, OH 45067. Also, my email is strikingdownthehome@protonmail.com.
Love always,
Dad
📬 Mailed to: 791 Stull Dr. Las Cruces, NM 88001 on December 30, 2021 | Letter #: L-1
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