Through a Glass Darkly

God said:

Never mind all the details in life today, all the things that stumble across your mind, all the imperfection, all the undone, all the done incorrectly. Let's consider one possibility, and that is that We, you and I, spend the day together in close companionship. The two of Us together will make a sweeter day.

Today, include Me. I am not saying to pray to Me. I am saying to nicely, easily, let awareness of Me stay with you today. Let thoughts of Me cling to you. What if I am really right here next to you. I AM. I really am right here next to you. When you have something to lift, I am helping you. When you have a choice to make, I am right here helping you. Consider Me a visitor to your day, an eager accompaniment. One Who sinks in to every move you make. One Who loves every moment with you. I sigh with joy in every moment with you, for you are one I love.

Consider Me a paintbrush that accompanies you, and I lighten everything you see or feel. My brush washes over shadows, makes them faint, makes them fade into the background, sheathed by a brighter light next to which everything pales. It is not that I cover up what transpires. It is not that I hide other colors with the luster of Mine. No. With one deft stroke, I bring out the colors that are already there so that you can see them utterly as they are. I do not change. I do not alter. I reveal.

You have been seeing through glass darkly. You have been accident-prone in terms of your vision. You have been calamity-driven. And now you begin to see the background of life as it is with clearer sight.

Perhaps you mentally argue with Me now. Perhaps you think: "Life as it is? Look, God, look at all the awfulness that is around! Don't tell me that this is pretty. There is plenty of ugliness here, agony, injustice, destruction, decadence. Your story of beauty is lovely, but I'm a realist, and You miss the point. You don't know what it's like here on earth, day in and day out, surrounded by all the unnecessary cruelty and stupidity. I could never finish telling you about the disturbances of the world. God, people hate, fight, drug, kill one another. Wars are even declared proudly as if they are a boon to mankind. I cannot close my eyes."

But I am asking you to open your eyes. I am asking you to give your attention to more of what you have not been giving your attention to and less of what you have. I am saying that it will be good and significant to the world when you emphasize and focus on what also exists but is less dramatic.

Imagine today that I am with you, and you take Me on a tour of your life. We'll look together. Tell Me if the same things do not appear differently to you with Me next to you. What might you point out to Me? See if some of the light I speak of does not appear. You have had more than enough of your old vision. Now accept a glimpse of Mine. Turn your head and look from the angle I do. See further. See more. See beneath. See beyond.

Even from a dirty window, you can glimpse out to beauty. Even from a tiny crack of light, you can see the horizon. Raise your sights. You don't need to keep them as they are.

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Being with God

"...Imagine today that I am with you, and you take Me on a tour of your life. We'll look together. Tell Me if the same things do not appear differently to you with Me next to you. What might you point out to Me? See if some of the light I speak of does not appear. You have had more than enough of your old vision. Now accept a glimpse of Mine. Turn your head and look from the angle I do. See further. See more. See beneath. See beyond..."

Yes!...why not...I have had my way and fill with how I experienced life. Now...time for a change. Just reach out and take God's hand and then see how life presents itself. Be a buddy of Gods. Go places, do things...hang with God...very causual...no dress codes or special manners: Just a little willingness...a little curiosity. That's all. So beautiful and tender in Gods presence. He-She loves us a lot you know.

Just here...enjoying God's company. Love, Jim.