Gloria's Personal Experience of Writing Heaven Letters

Once in a while, I wake up in the morning with thoughts from God and run downstairs to get His words down. But most of the time, by far, I have no idea what is going to come.

Sometimes I have trepidation whether anything will come right then or ever again, but after a minute or two, God's words do start coming and I write them down in what is perhaps pure faith. It certainly is the closest to pure faith I know, for I have no idea what the initial words are leading to or what sense they make, if any, but I write anyway.

Usually after a few moments, the Godwriting becomes like a spring of water, and God's words just bubble up. Once in a while, it's hard to stop, but more often it just stops, and it's done, or I guess it's done, although, on occasion, later I feel more coming, and more does come.

I marvel that God's words come, and come to me. Wow, God talks to me! Each time it is new. And it is the happiest part of my day.

And yet it is not momentous! What it amounts to is just me, the same as I ever was, sitting here with God's words typing out. Happily typing out, but it's still me conscious of myself untransformed.

Any time I spend on Heaven makes me happy. When I am not working on Heaven or talking about it, I am conscious of my longing to be with God doing something with Heaven. It is irresistible to me.

In the Godwriting workshops, everyone finds themselves writing God's words.

Finding ourselves seems a good way to describe the process. We don't make it happen, and yet there is some overture from ourselves. There is the pen in hand and the blank page, and it is our intention to hear what God has to say right at that moment. And then we find ourselves listening and then we find ourselves writing down something we heard whispered so quietly and so clearly.

Gloria's Home where she writes Heavenletters every morning