awareness of truth
What You Were Made For
You have ideas of what Truth is or should be. You have ideas of what I should say. Your ideas are preconceived. They are not open but closed. You let in and you keep out.
When I say something that fits in with your presumption of Truth, you nod your head. When it does not, you shake your head and feel: "God doesn't have that quite right… God could do better… Gloria wasn't clear today…"
The Fiction of Ideas
Let Me be a stronger force in your life.
Pay more attention to Me than you pay to the drifts of snow. Than you pay to the winds of change. Than you pay to looks you get from others. Than you pay to the words of others. Than you pay to yourself.
Paying attention to Me is paying nothing. It is getting your mind off details of human life and putting it on an eternity of vastness.
Paying attention to Me is lifting yourself to where you long to be.
Paying attention to Me is seeing where you, in truth, are.
Paying attention to Me is filling yourself up.
A Genie within You
When you despair, you have lied to yourself. You have said things will not change. You have told yourself that you will always feel dreary and have reason to. You have said that a suffering emotion will always grip you. But emotions are changing things. And so is your life.
Yet hope is a little thing. It is too little for you. Hope is very maybe-ish. It is a whimper of truth. It hardly passes for itself.
Awareness of truth is another story.
The Rising Star
Turn in the direction of your closeness with Me. Your spirituality will rise and captivate you.