Gloria to God:
Dear God, what would You like to say to me this fine morning?
God:
You are a morning star barely visible in the new sky at dawn. This is your dawn, Gloria. This is dawn awakening in you. This is the dawn of your heritage.
You are at the peak of your life, and all the world stands before you. You stand on earth, and your feet revolve the ball of the earth. Whatever motion, you are on top. You are a whirling dervish. Your soul whirls.
You are a madcap dancer on the curve of the earth.
You shake a tambourine and bang it.
You sit quietly under a tree and drink lemonade.
You roll on the grass.
You sit with this very notebook on your lap and write my whispered words.
And it is all the same!
Some of My children wash dishes. Others dry them. Some break them. Others lick them. Others heap food on them. Some twirl them on a finger. And it is all the same.
Some have one name, and others have another. Some talk a lot, and some not at all, and it is all the same.
Some whistle. Some hum. Some sing. Some beat spoons. Some stamp their feet. And it is the same.
Some limp. Some waddle. Some hop, skip, and jump, and it is the same.
Some speak loudly. Some speak softly. Some are hoarse. Some clear their throat. Some cough. Some gargle, and it is the same.
Some chop wood. Some use toothpicks. Some build tables. Some polish the tables. Others eat off them, and it is the same.
Some light matches. Some candles. Some turn on the light switch. Some turn it off. It is the same.
Some read books. Some draw in them. Some tear the pages. Some burn them. And it is the same.
It is the same play of life.
It is the same combustion.
It is the same in and out motion of love.
A saw saws wood. The saw goes back and forth. Which motion cuts the wood? Both do. It is the same.
I am saying that life is to live, not be predicted, planned, authorized, or thought about much.
Wooden blocks are spilled out for you, and you take them and build with them. No direction needed. It matters not if you take the red one or blue one first or build your castle this high or that, wide or thin, or with one or two or three spires.
If you drink juice or milk, it matters not. If you make a salad or eat a carrot held in your hand, if you steam, fry, or bake, it is the same.
If you sit and receive mail, or you write it, mail it, deliver it by hand, or never mail it at all, it is the same.
If you cast a vote yea or nay or cast not at all, it is the same.
If you plant a rose, or watch others plant, pick a rose or let it dry on its vine, or put it in your lapel or in a vase or lay it on a book on a table and paint a masterpiece of it, it is the same.
If you paint the rose pink or white or peach or yellow or red or orange or lavender, it is the same.
If you drink one glass of wine or two, if you stir your coffee or brew your tea, it is the same.
If you spill milk or drink it or take a bath in it, it is the same.
Do you get it? You are the same. Whatever befalls or does not befall, you are the same exquisite blossoming spirit that I created.
You are My creation no matter. You are My divine joy regardless. You are My purpose even when you know Me not. And you are My purpose when you do know Me.
So why not know Me and play with Me and take Me along with you right up front, and hold My hand show Me your life and your love as you live it in My hand.
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Dear Mother Divine, I sense you have something you really want to say to me?
Mother Divine:
I speak to you of light through the window. See how it casts its light on those little bottles on your bookshelf? See how it dapples the leaves of your ficus? See how it lights up parts of your books and is reflected in the brass stand of your lamp? See how it touches the head of one of your golden angels? And the other one too. See how the light bends and folds and cuts corners and swims through the air? See how the light appears different depending on where you are and the moment.
That light is love, and it shines in your life this moment. Light is sweet.
The sounds you hear are sweet. A passing car. Ginger's little breathings and sighs. The passage of this pen on its paper. The sound of your stomach.
Which sound is better or less? What light is better or less?
It is all God's, and it is neither more nor less.
God is ever the same, full of love and bloom, and that is how His children come to know themselves like their Father in Heaven. As they embrace God, they embrace themselves. And there is nothing but that to embrace.
When you embrace your day, you embrace God and yourself. All is God's bounty and His beauty. All is proffered to you with love so vast that you would burst with the knowledge if you could but grasp it.
But one day you will, when your heart can contain it. You will know God's love in every figment of His creation, and you will hold it in your hand up to the light and you will see all of Creation contained there in the lovelight held in your hand.
A Course in Miracles, Lesson 314:
"I see a future different from the past. The future now is recognized as but extension of the present. Past mistakes can cast no shadow on it…Now do we leave the future in Your Hands…sure that You will keep Your present promises, and guide the future in their holy light."
Gloria:
Dear God, what would You like to say?
God:
That is how it is, dear Gloria. Your future is assured as your past is released. The past held on to your future, held it back, but now your present and thus your future are set loose to fly the holy skies.
Think of what it means that your future is in My hands! Where else would you want it to be? No offense, but in yours?
Be thankful that your future is known to Me and gifted to you in the moments of Eternity sprinkled along the way.
Room after room will open to you in sweetness and sunlight. And you will meet Karen in one of these salons, and you will tour the rest together whether you are in physical proximity or not.
Now begin your day in peace, knowing that I provide for you. It is My great pleasure to provide for you.
Gloria:
And Karen?
God:
Absolutely for Karen. She is My wand on earth. She has been My delight for a very long time. Karen knows Me very well. She shines Me very well.
Karen is important to My world.
I placed her on earth as a delicate treasure, gently placed among rough rocks and crags and wild winds, protected by a golden shield around her.
Karen burst forth from the rocks and crags and reached to the palm of My hand and the lotus of My heart, and brought them back to earth with her like stars from the sky.
Karen is My perfect angel, perfect in her spirit, and perfect in My love, perfect in her reign on earth, and perfect in her place in Heaven.
Karen is a spinning vortex of light. Her soul dances. Her voice sings love. Her words teach truth and joy and love. Her words are angel wings. Her heart is a bird that knows no bounds.
Karen is a great blessing to the world and the human hearts entrained there. Her love spreads like ripples in the water and reaches all edges of the lake, (a metaphor for the world).
There are heroes everywhere in the world. Karen is one. She is a special rare soft harbinger of love and all good.
My pleasure in Karen knows no bounds. My pleasure in Karen is like the bird of her heart.
I alight wherever Karen is and wherever her thoughts go. Wherever they land, I burst forth in joy from the bird of Karen's heart.
Later…
Gloria to God:
Dear God, Ken visited for a few minutes today, and it was sweet to see him and be in his presence. I really felt that it was Your presence. I am feeling so blessed, God.
God:
You bless yourself with everyone you bless. You bless with an intention to bless. It requires no thought or direction beyond the intention: "In my life, I want to bless. I want to be a blessing. I want to forward God's blessings to everyone I meet. I want to exchange love. I exchange it by giving it. Not a trade, but a giving. God is bountiful, and I am God's image, so I am bountiful. I am bountiful with God's blessings."
Now it is done.
Gloria:
Thank You, dear Father. I am thinking that it will be good for me to do individual writings and have a web page.
God:
Why not?
Gloria:
Lauren took a job that pays not even half of what she was making, and I can't help thinking I'd better make some income. All I want to do is to share You.
God:
You do share Me. And you will more and more.
A web page is good. And I will put some attention on sending people to you who will want a personal love letter from God.
I will never let you be without, dear Gloria. Have more trust in Me and less in your personal effort. Nothing wrong with your personal ideas, but eschew the effort.
Sunshine and Ginger know they will be fed every day. They know they will have shelter and love. They know it is their birthright. It is coming to them. They don't think this or convince themselves of this. It is a given. They never thought otherwise.
They do not know what their meal will consist of tomorrow, but they know it will be there.
I wish you would the confidence in Me that your sweet puppies have in you.
Gloria:
I know my having to know how and when and where is control.
God:
You do not just want the cards to be dealt out as they come, you want to fix the cards. You want life to come by design. Just accept that you will have good cards come your way. It is easy to receive the cards that come to you. Know that I send them. I have a deck of all aces for you. That is truth.