Gloria:

Dear Father, my question today concerns turning over to You. I'm asking for a miracle really for a certain situation of my daughter's. I know that other's lives are their own and not my concern, and yet I am concerned. I know I can do nothing, and You are the One to turn to. I ask that You help shift her situation and my emotional involvement.

God:

Her floundering right now you see as your own.

By all means, give the care of your daughter over to Me. Give Me your concerns. Don't give them to her.

You see, just as your concerns pull you down, so do they the same to her.

Your concerns are your concerns, dear Gloria, not your daughter's.

Gloria:

So there is nothing for me to do?

God:

There is nothing for you to do but turn your daughter and your concerns over to Me.

Consider you have hired Me to so some work for you, refinish your floors, let's say. You leave it to Me.

You leave the house and go off and forget about your floors as I do the work.

You return, and they are done.

You must believe that they will be done. If you focus on their not being done, it makes the job harder.

Focus on the done. Focussing on the done is focussing on what you really want.

What you really want in this situation is freedom from it. Give yourself permission to be free, and your daughter will disentangle herself.

Gloria:

I feel that I have some of the same procrastination. God, why haven't I completed your web-page? What holds me back there?

God:

I do.

You are preparing it, and you are finalizing format and details of the subscriptions you give in My Name.

You are embarking on a world-wide Heaven-high enterprise. You are getting ready for it. All Heavenreaders are.

When the web-page is up, and it will be soon, you will have everything in place. You will be ready for all that is to come.

It is as you sense it, that at present you are not ready to take on the world's attention. But you are almost ready. I will herald the time, and you will strike the bell.

As My messenger here you have to be very strong for the attention My letters will bring. I make you strong, Gloria.

I tether a whole network of consciousnesses over the airwaves, and you are like the telephone operation who connects them all.

Although your role is minor — the true work is Mine — you have to sit at the switch, and for that, you are being readied.

Smooth flow will come.

You will go on automatic, and My enterprise will run itself.

You are, so to speak, the front office. You are a front for Me. As the world rises to greater heighths, a lot of human energy will be thrown your way, and many will try to absorb yours.

You are like the color guard who march in the front. They carry the flag. Very visible.

You are a foot soldier in the front lines, and you march for Me. Those who might want to get to Me may take pot shots at you.

Thus, I make you strong so all will bounce off you, positive and negative, and you will automatically put one step in front of another.

Gloria:

Dear God, are You sure You have the right person here?

God:

I am sure. If YOU thought you were the right one for this assignment, you would not wait for Me to strengthen you. As it is, you are eager for My reinforcement and will wait for Me to say when.

Mother Divine:

Gloria, you are like a piece of toast that is not yet quite ready to pop up.

You are on location, waiting for your orders.

Heaven's web-page will be up as soon as God says.

You still think you are doing it.

You are merely a figurehead, the little statue that leans at the prow of a boat.

Does that little statue really think she steers the ship?

You may appear at the front, but you are the follower.

All you do is stand there.

The waves wash over you first, and you are neutral to them.

God will attach you to the ship very well, so you do not have to be concerned about the waves ahead, or the waves to the left or the right, or what the skies are doing. You go forward at the prow, unruffled by it all, for you know that God is at the helm.