This immediately reminds me of how much my cat loves catching soft snowballs I toss him across the garden. Sometimes they disintegrate between his paws and the whole load of snow lands in his face, which he clearly dislikes, acting appalled for a moment but unable to resist catching the next one that comes flying. We too laugh at the cold snow in our face and hair and even the portion of it that gets under our collar – as long as it's part of a game.

But we are talking about the "nasty" snowballs here. What about this provocative statement:

Whatever life in the world holds for you, beloveds, you cast it before you, and you pick it up.

I have to admit that, yes, it does sound unfair to me. But considering Who is speaking, I feel like taking it seriously anyway.

What if I shake off the first snowball and another comes flying and another and another, hard ones, really painful ones, perhaps with pebbles or even shards of glass in them? Is it really I who "cast that before me and picks it up"? In the past, could I have stopped it by not picking up anything, by turning the other cheek, so to speak? To the best of my knowledge, I could not, I did not stand the slightest chance to toss any of the really bad things "like salt over my shoulder".

But today, now, would I love to have been able to do just that? Oh yes, yes, yes! How much better it would be to have a few scars in my skin and none in my heart! Obviously, then, all of this, all of my traumatic experiences and the conditioning I'm now left with, is about learning how to toss things like salt over my shoulder. It's almost as if it has to go wrong first before you can get it right because only then do you know what you really want. ...you cast it before you, and you pick it up. It could be true. Perhaps if I brush off the first snowball from now on, a second doesn't come or gets brushed off as easily. Perhaps if I get good at it, it turns out that even "really bad" things like unkindness, abuse, violence, loss, sickness, death &Co. can be brushed off like a snowball.

The point is not to undo or correct anything by working through or by divine grace. The point ist to get out of there. I have always felt it is very very hard and difficult to get out of old grief. It never occured to me not to believe this even though I have heard it suggested many times that we simply need to "let go". I always found these suggestions unconvincing if not thoughtless or, well, let's say innocent and sometimes even cruel. Then what makes this Heavenletter convincing for me? I feel heard, I feel seen, I feel understood. When God explains to me why what I have been doing cannot work, it's very clear He knows exactly where I am and come from.

Here is something I stumbled on last night. It sounds very similar to me. Seems to be my theme at the moment:

In ordinary life, by and large, when you feel injured and put upon, the one doing the injury is feeling injured and put upon as well and is only trying to get his own back. He is just like you! And you, too often, may be just like him! It is very strange indeed how brother fights brother, each feeling that he has been treated wrongly.
 
And well you might ask: "Is feeling indignity always ego? It can't be, God. How can we not feel humiliated when we've been humiliated? We're not all Christ who can overlook being mistreated."
 
Here's the point: Whether it is ego or beyond ego or realism that makes you feel humiliated, the cause and merits are not the issue. No matter how demeaning, no matter how wrong, when you are feeling humiliated, you can't stay there. The reason and validity of anything are irrelevant. Now you must release yourself from the bonds of humiliation. Now you are responsible for how you feel.
 
Get out of the dungeon of humiliation, and come to Me now.

http://www.heavenletters.org/gods-golden-child.html

Sometime ago, I was amazed and delighted to learn that God has a great sense of humor! This story is a great example of that. In particular, the part where God uses "being hit by a snowball" as an example of a perceived difficulty. God continues by saying "keep going, keep going. There is nothing to gain by putting up a sign that says "Woe is me, been hit by a snowball".
Everytime I read that I crack up. What a wonderful way to connect with our Creator, through humor, and it's other components, joy, and laughter. This is the gift I received from this letter. Thank you, Thank you. Namaste, Sumi

Thank you

Dearest Maestro, Director and Creator of All That Is,

I'm getting this today! I appreciate all your Letters of Love to us. I'm getting the idea now, -
it's been a long drawn-out lesson in my case, but that's OK. I AM understanding that
the name of the Game of Life is truly one of LETTING GO. When we're hit by a snow ball,
we've thrown it ourself! And there's a good reason for the landing of the snowball where it does!
There's something wonderful in the snowball, when we wake up to that idea. Everything that
happens is a wake up call. If that snow ball can be seen as a gift , we are letting go of
the past. We are not created to experience the snow ball that hits us as something to give
us sorrow or grief. Now we can laugh at it, and realize there are no accidents! NO MORE
BEWAILING! YOUR LOVE IS WORTH ALL OUR PERSISTENT GETTING UP AND
GIVING THANKS FOR THE SEEMING NEGATIVE THAT PRESENTS ITSELF TO US
IN LIFE. LIFE IS AN INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL, EXTRAORDINARY AND EVEN GLORIOUS
GIFT! THAT YOU, OUR LOVING GOD0 -CREATOR!

SWEET GLORIA, IT'S SWEET WHEN THE GRIEF BECOME THE MELODY OF GOD SINGING THE MEMORIES OF LOVE DEEPER AND DEEPER. HEAVEN LETTERS HELP ME HEAR IN THIS PRECIOUS TWILIGHT TIME..

GEORGE

snowball it alway com of life,
i have nothing choice just pick up,
am realy understand what my life is,
jusy say i can not pick up of sugar whithout salt,
snowball can target of my life i have nothing choice
what eals to do of life if i dont want to pick up,
of my snowball, enyway i learn so much of life
God, and am thankful, to you,

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Hello Friends,

God said Freedom Land
Free of the past you are free
This is the New Land

Love, Light and Aloha!