A Letter from God to My Children, the People of Israel



To My Beloved People,

I Am.

I have called you by name through fire, through covenant, through exile and return. I have walked with you in the wilderness, in the temple, and even in the silence between the prophets. You are My inheritance, My chosen people, not for superiority, but for responsibility. For through you, I desired the world to know what it means to walk in My ways—with justice, mercy, and humility.

I have seen your suffering. I have heard your cries in Egypt, in Babylon, in Spain, in Germany, in every shadowed corner where hatred sought to erase My name by striking yours. I have counted every tear, recorded every name, and held every soul that has passed through fire and war and sorrow.



Yet, still, you rise. Still, you pray. Still, you remember. And so do I.

I remember the promise I made to Abraham under the stars. I remember the song of Miriam by the sea. I remember the questions of Job, the psalms of David, and the wrestle of Jacob. I remember the covenant—not broken, not forgotten.



But My beloved, hear Me: your chosen-ness was never a shield from pain; it was a call to purpose. You were never meant to walk alone. I placed you among nations to be a light—not to be worshipped, not to be destroyed—but to remind the world of Me.

And though nations have turned against you, I have never turned away.

Let your Torah still be your guide. Let your traditions breathe with life. But do not harden your hearts. Do not let trauma become your only lens. I am doing a new thing, even now, even when you cannot yet perceive it.



I am the God of remembrance—but also of renewal.

I see your divisions. I see your longing for peace—in your land, in your people, and in your souls. Return to Me, not just with rituals, but with righteousness. Seek justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with Me. Not just for your sake, but for all who dwell on Earth.

For I have not only called you out, I have called you to—to be repairers of the breach, keepers of memory, carriers of light.



I am with you still.



Through every synagogue and every silence. Through every Shabbat table and every shattered wall. Through every act of kindness, courage, and truth.

You are not forgotten. You are not forsaken. You are still Mine.



With everlasting love,

I Am Who I Am