Gloria to God:

Dear God, another beautiful full letter from Karen. I feel like I'm in a dream or a fairy tale. A fairy princess, or a young fairy Godmother came with a wand and transformed my world. Unpredicted. Unpredictable. Like my coming across you, dear Father, what made this possible and/or prepared me for it? It came out of the sky. It makes me believe in goodness and Heaven on earth. Like the sun comes out when it is supposed to.

God:

Karen is a gift to the world, and she has presented herself directly in front of you. She is like a genie, I know. And, also, you recognize good fortune when you see it.

Gloria:

Back to Jon's question about this process, I want to say more! Sometimes messages from You push their way through. I wake up with strong brimming impulse. Sometimes I have to sit and wait a little with pen in hand before Your thoughts ease into me. Sometimes a thought of Yours comes faintly, and I don't know where it's going or if it's going anywhere; I bravely write it anyway, and then it gains momentum in the writing, and then You're there full force, and my intention has nothing to do with it!

Now, what would You like to say, dear Father? I'll be quiet and listen.

God:

You work for Me. What a lovely thing, to serve Me. And to serve Me in what is your style.

And that is how it is with everyone. Some with cooking. Some with music. Some with flowers. Some with their families. Some with everyone.

It is a freeing thing to work for Me. It is not labor. Working for Me is the easiest thing in the world. It is finally finding out what you have always wanted to do.

It is good for My children to offer their services to Me and ask Me what I would like them to do. Or ask Me to help them find their purpose. If it is My purpose, it is theirs.

I say to everyone:

Keep your eyes open. Listen to fleeting thoughts. Catch one.

Laugh every day.

Look up to the sky.

Touch the earth.

Combine it with Heaven.

Be a connector.

Be a receiver.

Be a receptacle for My love.

Be a ladle.

Be a stirring spoon.

Be a tasting spoon.

Be a spoon for My love.

Consider Me a spring rain.

You can cover your head. You can put your face down. Or you can look up, and let the rain splash on your face.

You can look away from Me, or you can look up at Me, and let Me reach you.

Consider Me the sun. You can put on sun glasses and wear a sun hat, but you cannot keep Me away.

I find ways to reach you, sometimes circuitous. Sometimes from under the table. Sometimes over the counter. Sometimes I am tripped over. Sometimes I come as a missile in your heart.

Sometimes you open a drawer, and you find Me there.

Sometimes you open a gate.

Sometimes you climb over a fence or under it, and I am waiting there for you.

What you can be sure of is that I find you. You may think you find me, but I find you.

I found you.

I found you long ago, and I kept you pressed to my heart. You wriggled and wrested away, thinking that out there, away from Me, was freedom.

I let you explore. What else can I do? You have to think you find Me on your own.

You never leave My sight. You are never out of My awareness or My hearing. You are within My reach. I am as close to you as your breath, which is Mine.

I think it's time that everyone who reads HEAVEN comes out of the bushes and clambers up to Me.

A Course in Miracles, Workbook Epilogue (cont.):

"…hear but the Voice for God and for your Self when you retire from the world to seek reality instead. He will direct your efforts, telling you exactly what to do, how to direct your mind, and when to come to Him in silence, asking for His sure direction and His certain Word…"

Gloria:

I like that, God — Your certain word.

God:

My word is certain. I have no doubts. It is not possible for me to have doubt. I am the opposite of doubt. Opposite of doubt is full possession of knowing. I never doubt you.

I never doubt your destination and your arrival. I never question what you are doing here! I never question. I have no question. I cannot make up a question. I KNOW.

All efforts to run from Me are futile. In whatever direction you run, you bump into Me.

I am here, and there, and everywhere, and so are you.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, what would you like to say?

Mother Divine:

I think I will say nothing. I will just sit here with you, and let us enjoy each other as two old cronies might sit together on a front porch.

Let us just rock in our chairs and smoke our pipes.

Let us look at the vast world in front of our porch and speculate on our divinity.

Gloria to God:

Dear God, Lauren asked me to ask You about a man she is talking to on internet. I think she wants confirmation that he is as good as she thinks he is.

God:

He is. He is good heart and good sense. He is good for Lauren, who is also good heart and good sense.

Gloria:

Is it possible that a true romance would come out of this?

God:

It could. It could not. A step at a time. I will tell you this: this is a good experience for the both of them.