Kathy to God:

Dear God, I want to tell You and Heavenreaders that staying in the same house with Frederick has been cordial, and I know it was good for me to stay here and face the situation.

The last time I wrote it was about Peter's being in love with me, and I was uncertain about what to do. I went ahead and let the romance with Peter take its course, as You suggested, and I kept moving on my plans to move to Spain. My visa will be all set in March.

Last Saturday Peter drove me to the city about an hour away. Peter drove very fast, and I was so scared. He accelerated at full-speed, around curves, comes up too fast to stop signs. Finally I had to say, "Please slow down."

He was so angry with me. He doesn't want to see me at all anymore. He said I emasculate him. He said I'm a control person, and that anything between us wasn't meant to be anyway, and he's writing me off.

Now I am left with roughness between us. What do I do?

God to Kathy:

Dear Kathy, look at it this way. You are free.

There is a tendency, dear Kathy, for you to wonder what to do. When Peter was in love with you, you wondered what to do. Now that he is no longer in love with you, you wonder what to do. You wondered the same with Frederick. And how many times before that?

You think you have men issues, but you really have Kathy issues. How can one as bright and lovely as you be so uncertain? How can one such as you think that your life rises and falls according to what some current ex-beau thinks of you, or seems to think of you?

It is fine for you to ask Me anything anytime. In fact, that is the thing to do. Especially when there is a pattern, dear Kathy. You do recognize that there is a pattern, don't you? Turn it over to Me: "Dear God, please help me release Peter and help him to release me. I bless him to his life, and I go forward in mine."

Nothing has happened, Kathy. You have decided to go different ways. That had already been decided, do you see? What is different?

I know you, Kathy. You wanted it to be lovely. Perhaps he would see you off at the airport, and you would both have tears in your eyes. That is how you would like to have said goodbye.

Peter had to say goodbye his way.

Kathy, leave everything behind you.

Pack your suitcase, and leave everything else behind.

You know Who will accompany you to Spain.

Care about what I think.

And you know what I think.

You are My love.

I will never drop you.

You can tell Me to slow down, and I won't mind what you say.

I know how to love. It is easy to love you.

You and I are on a journey.

Everyone else is a passerby.

How a passerby looks at you is their thing.

How you look at them is yours.

Look at Peter as a race car driver going down the raceway and wave goodbye to him.

Kathy flies to Me. I see that.

Now you see that. You and I, taking a walk down a lovely path. Kathy and God sauntering down a lane, walking up to Heaven. This is what matters. Not this one and that one. You and I, Kathy. You and I.

Gloria:

Whoever You answer, dear God, You give tenderness and love, kindness and appreciation. With Kathy, I also feel humor from You, a lightness.

God:

I give what is needed. Kathy needs to laugh at herself. She takes dalliances too seriously. She is a little bit like that little red hen who said the sky is falling when it was a twig.

I do not make light of Kathy, but I do see her concerns as they are. A child breaks a toy, and he is bereft. The parent comforts, but does not take it seriously.

And I like to see Kathy smile. There she is. I see her now, a smile starting.

All blessings on you, Kathy. Know your worthiness to Me.

Gloria:

On the subject of letting go, it is easy to see the need for it in someone else! I sense that Kathy will still have the same thing coming up until she lets go of it but what is it exactly she has to let go of?

God:

Everything. Her past thinking. Old ways of looking. Kathy does not have to change. You do not have to change. You have to let go of what is stored within you.

You hoard the past, Gloria. You feel you won't exist without it. Memories are old thoughts. Old energy. Like what Molly said, stale. Even happy memories are stale. And in your eyes, they are sad because the moments the memories represent flew by. You try to make them stand still.

Free the past to its own destiny. Just like Kathy lets Peter go his way, bid adieu to your past and leave it behind. It holds you back. You get stuck in it. You think you are what you thought you used to be, and you were not correct in the first place. You harbor others' thoughts of you. Paltry thoughts. Harbor My love for you. Know your magnificence. Be great.

What if I, God, am correct? What if you are made in My image? What if you are and have everything? What if you are My magnificence? What if you are?