My dear child,

You have said of yourself, "I am blessed." And so you are. You have abilities and means that much of your world does not have; your reading this letter is testament to your literacy and your wealth.

But for many, their talents and possessions can become a snare. The very things that I have given them to accomplish great good in the world, too often are used for one's exaltation or self-indulgence. Even those who know me can be ensnared by all they have; tragically, many are.

A king in your world once said of himself, "I am blessed." And so he was. He had wisdom, wealth and wives beyond anything his ancestors had ever enjoyed. But he had been warned to guard his heart and not let it go astray, or his kingdom would fall. Despite all his wisdom, he went astray: His wives did not know me, they compelled him to turn their back on me, and his kingdom fell. While you are not in danger of bowing before a statue, you are in danger of forgetting who gave you your wealth, and forgetting to use it for my purposes. While you are not prone to bringing your country to its knees, you are in danger of becoming conceited, of using your wealth toward worthless ends, and of depriving people of the blessings you alone were meant to give.

But you should not despise what you have, nor think it a sin to enjoy it. Everything you have was given freely and without reservation, and the pleasure from their rightful use is a good thing. Nor should you hold on too tightly to what you have, for possessions and abilities and status in the world are transient. As the years go by, I may give you more gifts, because there is more work to be done; or I may take some away, because some are no longer needed. Above all, follow in my pawprints. Keep your eyes on me. Let me show you what I have in mind for you, and let me bring it to pass.

And no matter what, be content.

With everlasting love,
Aslan