Wanting to Go Back to Sleep

God said:

Look at one leaf or petal in your garden, and know I AM God. One leaf or petal is enough. And yet you have a whole Universe to look at and to know I AM God.

Look at the palm of your hand, and know the magnificence of what I have created. Look at the rug under your feet, manmade from the landscape of My gifts to the world. How can you not be enveloped in love and see in love when you consider what I have bestowed upon you?

Look at glass panes that allow you to see outside. Look at the shutters that filter the light. Look at the light.

I ask you, how can you be alive in Creation and not do somersaults of joy even before you open your eyes in the morning, for there are such treats in the Universe waiting for you to open your eyes and to see before you.

I know you do not always want to leap out of bed. You want to stay under the covers longer. By the same token, I know you do not always want to go to bed either. You may prefer to stay awake. You don’t want to miss anything.

What does today have in store for you? It has beauty and wonderment. There is a new flower blooming, and there is a new weed popping up, and there is you, and there is I. What a combination We are, and what a fertile field life is. All the wonders I have created are for you. From the moment that life on Earth sprouted, I set My wares before you. I gave you water to drink and food to eat and grass to roll in. I gave you hills and dales. I gave you mountains and lakes. I gave you air to breathe, and the sun and the moon to love and stars to wish upon. Did I leave anything out? Do you think I created amiss?

What do you feel about My creating ducks and creating elephants and such? What do you feel about My creativity? Feel the churning energy of Creation, and know you are a created Being made in My image. My image covers a lot of ground. You don’t see Me lollygagging around. You don’t see Me wanting to go back to bed. You don’t see Me kicking the dirt that I gave to you to walk on. You don’t see Me bemoaning My lot.

The treasures I have poured upon you that you no longer notice. You may see the cracks in the sidewalk and be appalled at their condition. If you must attend to details, then attend to the beautiful dandelion that loves life so much it bursts through the sidewalk just as the sun bursts through the sky to light your path.

Why are you not kissing the Earth you walk on? Why aren’t you dancing the light fantastic? When did you learn to criticize more than to love? Do you want to be a critic or a lover?

No wonder you don’t want to get up in the morning when you consider Creation as less than the wonder it is. You are waiting for miracles to happen when you are stumbling over miracles right and left.

If you have been overlooking the beauty of Creation and your place in it, then look again. Do handstands of joy. Look at the project you are involved in, and say: “Blessed am I. Blessed be God for giving me the fruit of His vine. Blessed be the sun for shining on me and shining on all. Blessed am I, for I am God’s Will manifested on Earth. I am God’s love created for the expression of God Himself. How can I not leap out of bed in the morning? Perhaps it never occurred to Me. It occurs to me now.”

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thank for everthing

dear God heavenley father,
the first of all i want to thankful, for everthing,
birds and fisk sea forest all the planter of this soil
corn and rise begtable fruets cow and cheken
water i want to thank all what you giveng to os
to be alive and all the tree you planted to the soil
so we can breath and i thankfulnes for all,,
the must of all of my life, you are in my hearth
and my mind for everymovement in my body,
thank you so much your energy, you giveng to me,
and to all my fameley my dear loveng God

Thank You GOD

Good Morming Carmen You said it so beautiful. And you included almost everything we are thankful for. To mention everything the place here is not big enough. It is now 6.15 am and I have read all my morning Mail and leave as always the best ( Heavens Letter) till last. Soon It will be daylight and I can see the Bananas growing in the Garden Yes GOD gave is so much and by the way GOD never stops giving. So Thank you God For whatever YOU think I need to get ready to join YOU. Dear Carmen keep spreading that beautiful light of yours Love and Rainbows Jack
p.s. I call Rainbows GOD,s Business card

Jack delights us with God's variety of calling cards.

Rainbows are God's Business card that reminds us of His covenant.
Rainbows are also God's zip code so we always can find Him.
Rainbows are his web site that shows us the infinite supply of All His stuff that we have for our very own.
Rainbows are sort of your own signature Jack, all full of love.

George

"It occurs to me now"

Reading this Heavenletter I realize how much I have changed, though it doesn't seem at first sight.
In fact I have never been eager to wake up in the morning and having to start the day, now I leap out of my bed always before eleven a.m.

gotcha

Well, otherwise, when would you drink your cappuccino?

http://www.heavenletters.org/when-there-is-love-in-your-heart.html#comme...

That's it! Though I have

That's it! Though I have always liked the old roman patrician habit of eating while lieing in the "triclinium".

Even reading beautiful Heaven Letters can hide the glory...

Gloria opens the blinds, pulls aside the curtains and we are learning to see how God looks form many points of view. Thanks sweet one.

George

The treasures we fail to notice

This letter brings to mind a series of books I had read years ago about an American Indian medicine woman. I don’t think I have the books any longer, nor do I remember her name, nor the author. What I do remember vividly was her waking in the morning and saying hello to every creature she saw and every object. Squirrels and rocks and trees and hills. She communed with the spirit of each and her spirit was experienced as one with their spirit. Everything she encountered in her day was sacred to her. She saw the Great Spirit in everything and everyone.

“Why are you not kissing the Earth you walk on?”

We moderns have been raised in a spirit of separation. We have learned to feel separate from every thing and every one and even our Creator. Can we unlearn this perception?

Chuck it's so easy to confuse the ground with ground of being.

To breathe in real deep and exhale slowly is a way to experience the Holy Spirit infiltrating our consciousness while aligning every cell with divine purpose and cosmic intention.

George

Interestingly, there is a

Interestingly, there is a blog coming up in relation to a book I was reading recently, and it is about this very communion you speak of.

♥ ♥ ♥ Waiting for the

♥ ♥ ♥ Waiting for the blog to be posted ♥ ♥ ♥

much love
Berit

Thanks for the photos on the Godwriting blog !

I gave you water to drink and food to eat and grass to roll in. I gave you hills and dales. I gave you mountains and lakes. I gave you air to breathe, and the sun and the moon to love and stars to wish upon.

Thanks for this amazing Love Letter,
thanks indeed for miracles right and left,
thanks for all Angels you send us to open our hearts,
thanks beloved Gloria for the wonderful post dear on the Godwriting blog !!
thanks for the fotos of all, how I love to see Santhan and how my heat misses a beat.
thanks for I keep thinking of Ginger, so nice and beautiful, such beautiful colours she wears and so sweet.
I love that through the blog I feel so close to you, pls know this, it is like being with you!

more love and tender hugs and thanks for everything !!!!
Berit

and grass to roll in

Why are you not kissing the Earth you walk on?

You are so right, dear God. The reason is that we were told all of this arose by blind coincidence. Oddly, we believed it while at the same time trying to believe in a God who created everything. The latter belief, it seems, remained somewhat abstract if not lip service. The scientific belief has proven stronger until now. Its roots go deep. We believe we ar stuff, perhaps with a soul, surrounded by stuff, perhaps with a soul. Even if we see that there is something wrong with this belief, it is not easily shed. How do you love things that are brought about by coincidence and equations, how do you love them enough to kiss them and be in love with them all the time? But we will. One day we will see the immensely personal nature of every cloud and lump of soil and pencil. I would love to.