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Heaven #4579 Closer to God's Heart
Posted May 21st, 2013 by Normand Bo...
Dear Gloria,
in http://www.heavenletters.org/closer-to-god-s-heart.html
(1) parag. 4
"No more sob sister about your heart. Put your heart together by giving it room to grow in, to swell, to overtake the world, to endear your heart to yourself."
What is a sob sister?
and "to endear your heart to yourself"? Do you mean "to cherish your heart"?
(2) parag. 9 : "Love is not mistaken. The world says it is". Is it meant that love is a mistake, according to the world?
Thanks


You ask tough questions,
You ask tough questions, dear Normand.
I always thought a sob sister is someone very emotional, perhaps even hysterical, sort of like a drama queen. Soap operas, to my mind, very often have overly emotional characters.
This time I looked it up. Apparently, sob sister usually refers to a reporter who finds and writes about very touching sentimental-type stories.
I believe the suggestion here is that we don't have to get so caught up in the sentimentality of our hearts, the drama of them etc.
Regarding your second question, rather than cherish our own heart which seems almost intellectual to me or an idea, better that we love our heart and care about it and how we direct it. That's my feeling. For me, for example, to say to cherish our child isn't quite the same as being endeared to our child. Not exactly adoring our child but close to it.
Regarding your third question, I think it means that sometimes we think our love is mistaken, when the love doesn't turn out the way we want. Then we might think it was a mistake. I don't think it means that love across the board is a mistake. I believe God intends that it is never a mistake to love. However, we think that attachment is love. To be attached is not being free and probably not allowing the one we are attached to to be free. God loves us fully, yet he gives us free will.
This is late at night. Are my responses making good sense to you, beloved Normand?