Gloria to God:
Dear God, I woke with thoughts this morning like: When one resists, when one controls, he is running away from You, which is the same as saying himself. Is this true?
God:
Often true.
Gloria:
Much of life, it seems, is a running away from You.
God:
People fear, so they think they have to control.
Gloria:
There are people who actively seek You, proclaim You, yet they are not actually connected to You?
God:
Another form of control. It is good to have the intention to come to Me and to realize that that is your desire, and then let Me come. Trying to seize when and how and where I come may block their vision from seeing Me. Perhaps rather than a search for God, the serving of God. Rather than the capture of Him, a surrender to Him.
The actuality is that everyone is connected to Me, and I to them. The question is: How much is in the way? A telephone line is a telephone line, but if a call doesn't get through, the connection wasn't made.
Often a true connection is made when a person is looking the other way. That's why joy is so valuable. Joy is a kind of looking the other way.
There need be no intense holding on to Me or the concept of Me. I am always there.
Gloria:
Dear God, sometimes You refer to Yourself as He and other times I. I want to make sure it's You!
God:
It is. Sometimes I put Myself into your shoes, and then I speak of Myself as a concept and objectify Myself. But it is I, your devoted God.
Gloria:
Dear God, what is Your Will for me today?
God:
To be, think, feel, live in love and offer Me to others through yourself. Leave a token of Me. Give a token of Me. Leave a sign of Me the way you might leave a tip at a restaurant. Something that says: God was here. Or, God is here. Or, God leaves this for you.
Give My love. Give God's love, and your heart is lightened.
Give My love to whomever befalls your path. Look into their eyes. Do not hide yours from them. Help them to see by your seeing.
Give them a claim ticket. They will have it and can turn it in, this mark of love.
Let each know that he is chosen to know his God. God chooses him to be known. I choose you to know Me. I choose you to know yourself. We choose each other. We come to the realization of each other.
Truth knocks at each door.
Truth waits in the vestibule.
And then in time, each soul ushers Truth in. "Come sit over here with me," they say. "Stay with me. Get to know me."
And Truth says the same. And Truth sinks in as into a soft couch. Once established, it is hard for it to leave or for anyone to let it go. When you have fruit right off the vine, who wants a packaged substitute?
Gloria:
In a way, there is no choice, but yet one chooses?
God:
I would say, acknowledges a choice already made. Acknowledging the inevitable. You are of God, and you were chosen by God to be His. You are His. So remarkable. So unbelievable. Yet so simple.
I chose each of you long ago and, at a point in time, you remember that. You wake up to it. You turn in your claim ticket. And I am yours. You have reclaimed Me. You have chosen My Name. All is lost, and all is found. Nothing is left but the truth of God which is His love in you.
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Dear Mother Divine, what do you wish to say to me?
Mother Divine:
Changes come of themselves. You need neither urge them nor deter them. There is only God's Will to do, and His Will is permeated in your heart when it prods you to joy and only joy.
Following God's Will is following your own. God's Will sets off bleeps in your heart, awakening it to its joy. Wherein lies your joy?
Gloria:
Godwriting, Sunshine and Ginger, Lauren, good friends, doing God's Will.
Mother Divine:
There is nothing for you to prepare. God sets a table before you, and you will simply sit down and eat.
God asks no more than that you come to His table. A simple request. Do you not know that is easy to do? Easy to fall into God and do His will? His Will is your happiness. He serves you food you like. Would such a host as He do otherwise?
And what would a guest such as you do but eat delightedly?
Only more joy awaits you. Dessert is coming is all. Wait a little while longer. We will all be there.
A host of angels will bring you. They will carry you on their wings and set you down in the stars. The moon will buffet you. The sun will shine within you.
You will see everything and know everything and you will love everything.
You will eat up every bit of dessert that God has prepared for you. You will ask for more.
And God will say, "It's coming. Just a minute."
And you will wait quietly with fork in hand.
Another dessert, more delightful than the first, will appear before you. You, with a prayer of grace and thankfulness, savor every morsel.
God will not stuff you nor deny you.
He will always have more for you and will wait for you to eat slowly or fast as you wish.
And your wish: "What is God's Will here, for it is that that I want to fulfill for Him and as quickly or as slowly as He desires. What could I desire beyond that? I wish to swim in the bliss of fulfilling God's desires. I know of no other bliss but that. Trinkets can no longer fill my heart, excite it, or jingle a sweet tune.
"Only God's voice is music. Only God's Will is my joy. Only God's Will moves me. Only God's Will can I follow!"
And so, dear Gloria, you look into God's eyes and heart. Your own eyes and heart drink of them and are sated with beauty and joy. That is Heaven. That is where you want to be and where you belong. That is Home. Long have you longed for Home, and here it is, right in front of you, in this notebook, right before your eyes, right in your lap, right from your fingertips joined to your heart and God's, picking up the current of His love and His welcoming all to Heaven.
Later…
Gloria to God:
Dear God, I just finished typing Your words. They go right into my heart. I could type for You all day.
God:
You might have to! Be careful!
Gloria:
It was joy to type for You, dear God. When I type, it's like I hear your words for the first time.
Barbara offered to help type, suggested I make a tape. I started to, discovered I don't have a tape recorder that records. Lauren thought there might be some way to do it through the computer. I don't see how. Where would I put the tape? But I don't know why I'm telling You all this. What do You care about details such as these for?
God:
I care that you want to express. I care that you are talking to Me and want to be heard and noticed. I care about you. The same as you listen to Me.
Gloria:
Not quite the same, dear God. What you say and I say are two different stories. I learn from You.
God:
You are My experiencer, and I learn from you. I learn how your mind works and how your life is and what it is like to be you.
Gloria:
Dear God, thank You, but why would You like to do that?
God:
Because you experience for Me. It is for Me you live on earth. You do it for Me. You would even do that for Me and My creation, and you have, you are. That is the love man has for God.
Gloria:
God, you favored me with life.
God:
All is mutual. Now, stop writing, and start your meditation.