Gloria to God:

Dear God, here is Caroline's very first Godwriting. Caroline is married, has three children, works full-time, and is treasurer of Heaven Association.

Caroline to God:

God, what is your advice for me regarding my family? I want to be better for them, and do more for them.

God to Caroline:

Caroline, you try too hard to please them. Do what pleases you for a change. That will make them happy, also. My love for My children is vast and deep, and what I do for them is to share My love.

Caroline:

So I should try to show them how much I love them, more than I show them now?

God:

You know how deeply you care about them, but do they always? When you are sharp with them, they can't see the love behind the sharpness, even though they know it is there.

Do more with them, and play with them. Play is a blessing I give to all my children, for it expands the heart into waves of bliss, bubbles of bliss that affect all of creation.

Playfulness is a wonderful expansion of the heart, and it helps to make connections between all of my children. My love is expressed in playfulness, and you see the evidence of my playfulness all around you, in rocks and trees, birds and bees.

The mountains are expressions of it, and deserts and prairies. I made all of these out of playfulness. And you are all reflections of My playfulness as well.

Do not think that work is the only way to grow in this world, for play is very important, too. Be playful so you and your family will know more of each others' thoughts. How else will they come out so clearly? How else can you know so much of your children's hearts, and likes and dislikes? They want to please you; much of the time they are driven by that desire.

When they play, they don't think of pleasing you so much and are freer to express themselves.

Gloria to God:

Dear God, Your beautiful words here remind me of some of what you were telling Margaret.

Now, it is clear that You are reflected uniquely through each Godwriter.

It also seems to me that Margaret's questions to You elicited their own unique response from You even though I asked the questions for her. In other words, You speak uniquely to each questioner regardless of who writes down Your answer.

At the same time, every answer of yours speaks to everyone, but it seems to me that You zero in on the individual asker.

God:

I do.

Gloria:

Your style is different addressed to Margaret than it is to me.

God:

I do not have to tread so lightly with Margaret as I do with you.

You can compare it to your two little dogs. They are the same. Eating and closeness to you and your daughter are uppermost in their minds. Yet you interact with each slightly differently. You are sweet and tender to both, yet your sweetness and tenderness manifest in a tone of voice and style unique to each. The same way My responses are funneled to the recipient of My words. At the same time, I talk to every soul.

Dog is dog. Child is child. And not one is the same.

That is one of the wonders of My creation. How did I do that?

Each ripple of Me is Me, and yet unique and beyond compare.

Everyone is the same, and everyone is different.

How beautiful is My creation.

Each soul evokes from Me the same answer, yet different.

Gloria:

God, I know You only as personal. I can't even imagine You as an impersonal.

God:

I am definitely personal, but I am not attached. I am a universal roll-over, as it were. I am touched and untouched at the same time.

My tender mercies flow to each, and they flow over all absolutely the same, and, yet, particular.

My love for each of My children is the same, vast and deep and forever, and yet so miniscule and pointed at each nose!

My children are like prisms of Me. Or am I the prism? What matter. We know what We mean.

The heart lives the truth of Me.

Gloria:

That brings me to the subject of lies, dear God. Recently a friend of mine's son was caught in a lie by his father, and I guess a "big one". I would like to ask You about human lying. It's so rampant.

God:

It is a weakener, to the giver and well as the receiver. It is better to speak truth, but I do not say that in the moral tone the world takes. I do not have to take a moral righteous tone because I know only truth.

The world knows reasons why My children lie. Whatever the reasons, it is to deny their awayness from truth, their awayness from Me.

A child took a cookie. The mother thinks he stole it. Why would a child lie about taking the cookie unless he thought he had to? The world's control pronounces it bad, and the child cannot be bad, so he adjusts to a denial.

Not one of My children can bear to see himself as less than My child of truth.

Caught red-handed, he will deny his act, for the truth of each soul is its innocence.

Judgment wishes to proclaim my child guilty.

The world manufactured guilt. I did not.

The guilt in the story of Adam and Eve was their own invention.

I see the purity and love and truth in each of My children, every one without exception.

If the world did so, there would be no subterfuge. If the world saw truth, there would only be truth.