Gloria to God:

Dear God, I think writing to You and hearing from You are acts of trust, and that these writings are a microcosm of life. Writing Your words with trust is how to live life.

God:

Yes, it is the same. Enter into life with trust. Otherwise, you get all tensed up.

Flow with the water of life.

Jump in, and know Who accompanies you.

Gloria:

Dear God, sometimes people have dived into water that turned out to be shallow and have injured themselves.

God:

Not themselves. Their body. Trust in Me even when your body may be injured.

Trust in Me or not, life goes on. Might as well trust.

Trust your heart to Me. Trust your truth to Me. Trust is a line to Heaven. It is good to take it. Put your hand on it. You will reach the other shore. You will find you way to the door.

Remember, there is only light.

Gloria:

I don't usually talk on the phone very much, but last night I did with three people, Priscilla, Nancy, James. I wonder what these connections mean. I try to think what it was in each call that made me happy. Perhaps the voice? Closeness certainly doesn't have to do with distance.

James had spoken to Karen and, it seemed to me, entered a higher dimension of something, peace maybe. More of what he is inside came to the front.

God:

James walked through high tides. Now he is the current of the waters.

Nancy is more settled into her Oneness with Me.

The same for Priscilla. Priscilla has burst her seams, as it were. She has stepped out of tight garments. She is freeing herself from a gully of the past.

Gloria:

Priscilla and I talked of putting a fable You once gave me into a pop-up book. I was intrigued with the idea that a pop-up book could be for adults.

God:

Pop-up books represent the surprises in life. They are jack-in-the-boxes. The heart takes a delightful leap, like a dolphin streaming in and out of the water. Pop-up heart.

Consider each day a new pop-up.

Love it ahead of time.

Gloria:

Is it a good idea for us to put such a book together?

God:

You know it is. Don't block ideas. Free them. Locate that fable. Give it to Priscilla. Hand it over to her just as you hand over this day to Me.

I would like to make a few more points from yesterday about Heaven's data bank. It is a bank. It holds groups of names together. An energy goes to each person in it. So, every Heavenreader is blessed with a certain impulse as their name is entered. The data bank joins them officially to Me and to one another. It is a way of holding hands.

A heart beating for Me is a powerful thing. Many hearts beating for Me together compounds the power, for it makes the truth of Oneness more apparent.

Many eyes reading My words, powerful. Signed up to read My words, more powerful. Joining hands in reading My words boosts the stars in Heaven.

This creates a wave in the universe that washes trouble away and makes a focus on truth.

Instead of disparate energy, My children become a laser beam, and that energy sears My heart with joy.

I mean figuratively, of course. I have no heart. I am heart. I am a beating heart of love. I beat My drum of love, and My children's drumming returns Mine to Me, and We are one great message of love stirring more love, and We are a melting-pot of love, love spilling over into itself, flooding the world with love, emptying sick-beds, opening prison doors, freeing the birds of life to reach the summit of Heaven.

How important to Me is everything My children do. What they do is always something more than they think they do.

My children's lives are like poetry that can be read at different levels.

Their lives are messages to Me heart, calling to Me to come and live with them.

I light all hearts this moment to blossom themselves. Be a bloom on My tree. Like waves, the blossoms bloom until they are seen as one blossoming.

And to each of you I present a rose as testament of My love and as a call to you of My faith. In faith, We live and love.

Gloria:

Is love the same as faith?

God:

Consider love the blossom and faith the stem. They are one flower. Nothing is separate, nothing can be isolated, nothing is alone. There is no aloneness. There is Oneness.

There is no you and I. There is only I.