Kidnapped by Life

God said:

Who knows what the Truth of Life as lived in the world is about? Perhaps the best you can do at present is to flirt with life. You have not as yet come to the realization of life. You have guesses. In many cases, you run away from life. You are at a stand-off with it. You go your way, and life goes its way, and sometimes it seems that never the twain shall meet.

You have your ideas, and life has its ideas. At best, you are at a truce with life at the same time as you don’t trust it. You are wary of life, as if life is out to get you, set you back, have a sneak attack on you and take something precious away from you.

You may feel you hold on to life by a thread. You don’t know what traps life may have set for you. You simply do not know what will befall in life. You may be short of breath because you gasp at life and are concerned at what it has in store for you. You may even see life as an enemy ready to pull the carpet from under you. Life seems to work fast, a mile a minute.

In Truth, life holds you up. Yes, life takes you with it. It doesn’t give you a map. You are kidnapped by life, as it were. You are minding your own business, and life sweeps you up as the wind might sweep leaves, and leaves you somewhere else in a sudden new place or role in life. A tornado picks you up and throws you somewhere else.

It is so easy to think that life has made a mistake, perhaps mistaken you for someone else. Whether it is grief or glory that finds its way to you, you worry that life has made a mistake. In any case, from your point of view, life has no right to take you away just like that. You are content, sitting with your feet up. You are just getting used to life one way, and then life throws you a curve.

You may feel you are in an untenable position. Life holds you up in the air, suspended. You are just hovering with nothing fixed in space under you. This is how you may feel, that the carpet has been pulled from under you repeatedly, and here you are, an unwilling vagabond up a creek, not even with a knapsack to your name. You may feel that life is slippery, and that you are slipping through life’s fingers.

This is all imagined, of course. You may be terrified of life and its changeability. You simply don’t know what to make of it. It is ambivalent. One time life is kind, another time merciless. You feel you are at life’s mercy.

Sometimes it may feel to you that life hounds you, never lets you go, never lets you make your way, not very far anyway. And, then, when you see how far you have come and how much you have grown, life becomes a dream and not real at all, and, still, you flounder.

You may feel like a rose ready to blossom, and, just then, life puts a lid on you and cramps you or snips your stem, your very connection to Earth. Yet, of course, a rose is glad to be put in a glass or vase filled with water and to be adored. Roses are picked for a reason. They are hand-picked. They are chosen. They are not trampled. They are chosen for their beauty and grace, and, whatever you may think of it, so, beloveds, are you.

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Cautious about LIfe.

I often hear this saying a lot -- with every choice there is a consequence. I have seen proof of a few little girls in my life how such posiitive rewards that are due to their dad, how good a relationship can be with Father -- mine abandoned me, I guess You God/FAther are that role model,, and i see how balanced i am becoming within me, And no counselor or mental counselor i had to pay for to get well,

It's You I give credit to..You are not some God in a book. You're not a history lesson to me,,, You are in fact so real, i feel that is why i am here, How You have done so much for me and yet You're so silent,, Your caring and with the feminine/Mother...You are so real that i just dream of meeting You one day.

I never thought i would ever experience You like i envisioned, But the miracles in seeing You perform and Your angels, i cannot be anything but humbled... But yes i wish i could lighten up a bit,

But i take You with so much seriousness and respect, that i shake my head not understanding how anyone could not believe in You,,, I guess this has become my story of my life with God... With You, all things are possible...

If mankind could love You as I do, they would believe in You. You're invisible, and within my very being .... Welcome Beloved God for living within me...Love You... Your are my treasure and inheritance ... I have You.. What more could i want?

"........a rose is a rose is

"........a rose is a rose is a rose."
Love from my gentle hear-t that loves to love.. Lisa

How I long to have Your

How I long to have Your vision of me! From where I stand, I try my best to be the Beautiful Flower You say I am, but I fall, sometimes hard. It hurts. I do my very best to please my Father, but when I miss the mark, it is discouraging. I feel as if my flaws somehow disgrace the perfection of the Creator, even though somewhere I know that idea is invalid.

heavens letters

hi all. i am just back from a holiday with my wife and it was great actually better than great. The only thing missing was my daily feed of Heavenletters with God.14 days at sea with some wonderful people and then some time with some of our children was fantastic . Now back home in paradise and reconnected with Heavens Letters is very rewarding, comments on Gods words is a bit ridiculous, because God is always right even if we sometimes are to thick to understand what is said. I am really glad to be back and I did miss it for 3 weeks. Love to all Jack

You may feel that life is slippery

Oh how we flounder!
How could we make choices that are full in our favour resulting with unseen unfavourable circumstances.
The comfort zone is exposed to many hardships.
What is happening here?
Do I know Life or is Life showing that I will never be in charge?
How can this be when I am said to be the master Chef? And I am the maker of all potentials.
Am I still the apprentice want-to-be Master?
Where is the blossom?
I have a suspicious feeling this is how...... it may be.
Naw. It is only the outside grumbling noise.