Karen to Gloria:

I have to say hats off to all those that come up to the truth, the real truth. We all need to express how and why we all feel the ways we do, and sometimes we need to look up to God and say, "Help us release this and express this."

I love the fact that the Heavenreader (November 26) came clean and shared true feelings. What great inspiration for all to tell it like it is!

Nancy L. to Gloria:

Dear Gloria, I am also having another challenge, and this is it. When my Mother tells me things like how unfair everyone is to her, I just listen and don't say anything, even though I do not agree with her. I always feel that it will only make matters worse if I argue or tell her how I see it. I am beginning to believe that I am not helping matters by being silent. Could you also ask God about this?

I guess I have given you material for several Heavenletters so ask them only when you have time

God to Nancy L.:

Dear Nancy, the best you can do for your mother now is to reassure her as much as you can. Reflect what she says to you. She mostly just needs to be heard. Let her know you hear her. Say back to her what she has said to you. When she knows you hear her, she may be able to change her position. When she feels enough support — just your listening is support of her — she may relax enough to let go of having to prove she's been wronged.

Listening does not have to mean that you agree with her. It means to her that you love her.

As she complains, say, "A-huh, a-huh."

As time goes on, add: "That must make you feel terrible."

As she unburdens herself, you may have opportunity (or you may not) to make statements such as: "You know, I think so and so really does care about you." And stop there.

Everyone needs someone to talk to. Everyone needs to be heard.

Listening is a very kind thing to do for your elderly mother. Being trodden upon is kind of a victory in her life, Nancy. That has held her up for a long time. You cannot argue her out of it. Disputing her will only make her take her stand more strongly.

Your mother wants to feel important. When you truthfully can, ask her for advice.

Remember to turn your mother over to Me. When her complaints get too much for you, bless her with Me. Ask Me to help her feel better.

Also, dear open honest Nancy, will your mother read Heavenletters? It's worth a try.

Meanwhile, your baring your heart here softens the hearts of all Heavenreaders, and I thank you.

Bev to Gloria:

God's workshop was incredible. My questions were answered, and I didn't even realize it! It really is amazing what Heavenletters and the workshops are the catalyst for… I guess the only way is to be an open channel of love in and love out.

A. J. to Gloria:

Thank you for providing an environment and workshop structure for us all to receive Grace. My experience is still with me, transforming my life with its subtle power, beauty and simplicity.

Margaret to Gloria:

That was fun at the workshop. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much! I think it was from the God-essence in all of us. I do LIKE this thing we're up to!

At Ask God Workshop…

Gloria to God:

Dear God, I wonder if I should be more prepared at the Workshops? Fewer papers strewn around?

God:

Why? So you can TEACH it? No. You explore it. Bumble around all you like. It gives the aspirers confidence, for, if you can Godwrite, they sure can.

Gloria:

At Your workshops, I really feel the treasure that each person is. I do experience them as Your children, and that they have come here to know You better.

God:

They have come here to know that they can and do know Me. They have come for an okay, for permission to listen to and write down My blessings.

Communion with Me is a blessing. You bless yourself, for I am the listener and the speaker and the writer-down of My love.

Godwriting speeds your recognition and reception of My love.

It does not speed My love. My love is already so speedy that you miss it. Godwriting helps you slow down so you can see My love as it speeds to embrace you.

You are embraced at the workshop all together. My love connects you all. The sweet love of Mine sweetens your heart so it can know the limitless love of Mine as it leaps forth.

Blessed be these new Godwriters. Well done.

Gloria:

One of the people — I'll call him Peter — felt he was blocked from hearing You. I'm not sure he was, but if he was, what would block him?

God:

Fear is the only block there is.

Peter is so used to judging and being judged.

Gloria:

God, I wonder if Peter is waiting for a perfect complete answer in his mind before he writes.

God:

He can write longer questions. He hesitates to connect to his deepest heart. That is his boundary.

It would be good for this man to cry. Then he will know he has opened his deepest heart.

He is cautious. Caution with Me is a waste of time.

Peter, let Me write through you.

Gloria:

One more thing on the workshop. I also got an email from someone who was going to attend but then didn't because of family needs — she was baking a pie! The other day, after she read the Godwriting from the workshop, she wrote that maybe the deeper reason she hadn't come was because she didn't feel worthy enough.

Karen has often said that coming to an Ask God workshop has to do with a person's self-worth.

God:

Feeling unworthy is a fear. It is a fear like any other fear. When you feel unworthy, you are taking your own word above Mine.

Gloria:

God, I don't feel worthy of Your words. Sometimes I can't even believe that any of this is true. It's like my ticket wasn't checked at the door, and I was let in by some miracle (I don't want to say mistake).

God:

Doubt or not, you attend anyway. You are learning what My Will is. You are learning that what you think is quite irrelevant. You don't do anything anyway but show up. And that is all anyone has to do:

Come despite fears and doubts. Let your noses be counted.

Gloria:

On another subject, I ironed a beautiful cutwork tablecloth for Thanksgiving. With the napkins and all, it took me about an hour and a half to do, and I had a wonderful time doing it. I haven't done anything womanly like that for many years, and it felt good.

I watched The Left Hand of God while I was ironing. It was a beautiful movie. Humphrey Bogart played an American pilot who had had a forced landing in China. Rescued by a warlord, he was obliged to work for the warlord, which meant fighting wars for him. He had a woman he slept with, and I guess that was supposed to show he was not holy.

At some point a priest was shot and killed against Bogart's orders. Bogart took the priest's clothes as a disguise, walked over the mountain for a week and reached the Mission where he hoped he would find a caravan out of there. This was the only chance he had to escape the warlord.

At the Mission, he had to act as priest while he was there, and he was wonderful. He was loved, and You did perform miracles for him and what were now his flock. And he was a true hero. He really arose to the occasion, dear God.

God:

No one knows how good he can be until put to the test.

And you did not know how much you missed householder activities.

Gloria:

He was incredibly brave, God.

God:

No. He in the movie felt My grace and trusted Me to help. That is not bravery. That is grace.

Grace is a time when you are given no choice. It is a time when you are incapable of making any other choice. That is all.