Gloria:

Dear God, now comes my favorite time of the day — writing to You!

God:

Do you see how much of it is your participation? It is your opening to Me that enfolds you. And then, of course, you see it as My stepping in, but it really is your picking up where We have never left off! It is your looking at Me that seems to change things, Gloria.

I do what I always do, so it is really you who steps in!

No invitation from Me is necessary. You don't need to be invited in to know your own self. If you feel you do need an invitation, then invite yourself. Go through a process, and then walk in the open door.

I am available twenty-fours hours a day.

Gloria:

Dear God, You must know that I really am not able to conceive You. I mean, I love You and hear from You and feel Your great love, but what this vastness is that we call You, and how You can be everywhere all the time and so personal and all that — I really don't get it. I don't really struggle with it either, dear God, but I don't get it.

God:

That We are One is what you don't "get". When you get that, you have everything everywhere always all the time.

It's like you are hungry, and a great tureen of soup appears before you. You defer your questions. You fill your bowl with soup and fill your tummy.

Then, after, you sit back and deliberate over where the soup came from and how.

Now, there are those who deliberate beforehand, but they may prefer recipes to the actual soup.

Your deeper question is: "Can God be real? Can this all be true? And am I really part of it?"

I say, How can it not be so and you not be part of it?

Is love true? Does it exist? Do you have some?

Isn't there something wonderful and stable beneath all the running around and haste in life?

Your life is a fiction book based on truth.

You perform ballet in the air, but you perform on a dance floor.

You live life on a foundation. Not a slab, but a never-ending foundation, a foundation so deep that you can swim there and reach yourself and never hit the bottom. There is no bottom. It is a forever foundation, and you name it God, or Truth, or Love, or Joy.

Those are what you are built on.

You are My thought. My thoughts have to return to Me.

You are My little fish on a long line. The length is your freedom. The line is My love that reaches everywhere.

You are My thought-child made manifest.

I had a thought of you, or a dream of you, and all I had to do was blow My breath into you, and you became physical. Your origin is Me.

The longing you feel for Me is My longing for you.

Love wants to meet love and know it forever.

Your physical eyes don't see much. Your mind doesn't know much.

But your heart knows Me. Therefore, it knows everything.

Your heart is a treasure-chest. When you open it, what do you find but Me?

I am a Jack-in-the-Box.

You only have to lift the cover, and then I appear boldly.

I am the only thing in the world that doesn't disappoint.

I am the only thing that turns out to be more than you dared hope for.

I am the full cup you drink, and I am always self-replenishing.

Your heart and My heart are magnets of love, far greater than the pull of the ocean. Far greater than irresistible. Far greater because the force of Our magnets is so great that We have never parted from each other in the first place. Our love is so strong that nothing can even wiggle it. It is firm, solid, intact.

Our hearts are all there really is.

Once I created you, you can never be uncreated.

The breath of you, the soul of you, is eternal as love itself, as eternal as am I Myself, as eternal as eternity itself.

The anomaly is, My dear children, that you until you grasp who and what I am, you do not cannot grasp who and what you are. When you grasp one, you will grasp the other, for We are One.

Everything I have is yours.

All My power and glory is yours.

And you take a crumb here and there.

You sit on the corner of My robe that hits the floor.

You don't look up.

Maybe you think a corner of My robe is enough.

I say it is not.

I say it is all for you.

So, be a child who believes everything is his and was made for his joy, and all he has to do is reach his hand out.

And what is the child doing as he reaches out his hand but giving away joy to those around him?

Your hand reaching to Me is like a Milky Way that sprinkles its stars all around, and the stars alight in all hearts like bubbles of joy.

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Update from Kerry:

Dear Gloria, Gratitude and Awe fill my Heart today. I, like Lauren, feel like my Heart has been eased. When God tells me that I am NOT pain and that I may claim JOY, my Heart sings. (By the way "Joy" is my Mother's maiden name!)

I believe I have been confused with pain. I truly believed that if I did not embrace this pain and nurture it, I was betraying the very essence of my child and other loved ones. It has been such a part of my "mantle around my neck".

Through the years of grief work, I felt deeply that, in order to honor my loved ones who had died, I must hold on to this pain and write about it and talk about it a lot! It has been such an integral part of who I thought I was!

When my Spirit began its Soul emergence, I was struck with the knowledge that SOUL and God have always been there! I had not been listening to some simple truths. Now, I am!

There is such a difference between carrying this huge load of pain around and releasing it to a sweet and knowing (GOD) longing.

Kerry to God:

Yes, Dear God. There has always been a part of me that feels responsible for the happiness of my loved ones. In the "used to be", I took on all of the pain and still kept smiling and even having fun some of the time (feeling like a chump martyr most of the time).

Yes, I heard your whispers that have now become a symphony. Thank You, my Loving God. The peace that is mine is entering my being more and more often. I seek it and it comes. I am growing strong in Love and Joy and embrace life in new and exciting ways. I am learning to forgive myself!

Gloria:

Heavenreaders' comments on other people's questions and God's answers are so uplifting that I take a minute to share some recent ones with you here:

"The Heavenletter with Lauren's question was really beautiful — both the question and the answer.

"I seem to feel a 'melting' inside when I read the Heaven emails from readers — hard to describe, but it feels so purifying. They're really wonderful. Thank you!" — Caroline

"Yesterday's Heaven — too beautifully far out! You are lucky to have Lauren as a daughter … her honesty, love, and beauty. God is offering much to her, and I think she'll accept." — Sandra

"Bravo Lauren, Bravo God! This Heavenletter is exquisite. Thank you." — Diane

"Boy, [last week]'s message about Christ was wonderful. Such sweet feelings. Thanks to Bev for bringing this out." — Julie

"Thank you for the most beautiful thing I have ever read. " — Bev