Gloria to God:
Dear God of my heart and life, a long time ago you said something to me about my "ministry", and the word scared me. I don't remember what You said, but it eased my heart.
Yesterday I received an email from the father of the gifted boy who has been working on the Heavenletter web-page design. This beautiful man said he would donate some of his time and skill to my "ministry". That word again; I loved it, and yet I am shaken by it. The connotation it has for me is so serious and showy. The word was never in my vocabulary. I know if Heaven Association is a ministry, it is Your ministry, not mine anyway.
The word "calling" pops into my head, and that was never a word in my vocabulary either. But I look now, after the fact, and I wonder if I have what is called a "calling".
God:
Everything is much simpler than you make it. I asked you to do something for Me, and you have said you will. We entered into an agreement before you were born, and now you fulfill it. The calling is Mine. I called you, and now you are a caller.
Yesterday four beautiful people presented themselves to you, and each clearly, strongly, intently voiced their longing to know Me more. They have acknowledged and addressed their longing for Me, and therefore they have assured its realization.
They made a public declaration.
Innocently, sweetly, firmly, they said they wanted to come before Me and to be guided by Me.
Their declaration was also private. This was no show. This was not being caught up in a fervor. Theirs was an inner declaration of truth that they made. They made it for their own benefit, for the benefit of the others in your living-room, and now to others that their hearts reach silently.
You are not on a pulpit, but that is your ministry. Heavenletters is your ministry. Ask God Workshop is your ministry. Forget your ideas and connotations of the word. It is just a word.
Consider yourself an auctioneer who calls out for bids; the item up for bid is My Name.
Consider yourself a piper who plays a flute set to a certain frequency to call therears to it that have been waiting to hear it.
Consider yourself a promiser who has said:
"God, I promise to bring You many. I promise to call out Your Name, and I promise to let You do the rest, for I am the singer. You are the song and the composer, and the One who takes tickets at the door.
"I am a yodeler, and my voice echoes. It is Your voice that echoes.
"I am the lamplighter. It is You who lights the lamps.
"I am a tapper on shoulders. I tap with an invisible wand You have given me.
"I am a typer of Your words.
"My typing is like the tapping of a wireless.
"I am an Indian drummer. I drum Your messages. They are messages of peace.
"I am a part of a peace campaign you create.
"I am one prong of Your will. I help hold your ring of love together.
"I am a letter-carrier. I carry Your messages. Your messages are exquisite.
"I am glad to be a mailman for You, God. I like my route, and I deliver Your mail with all my heart.
"I know my purpose, and it is Yours.
"At this stage of my life, I have miraculously awakened to You, and I wish to share my wakefulness.
"I publish and broadcast Your words.
"I sow fields for You.
"I am a sower of Your will.
"I come after You. You move so fast I am also before You. I am with You, for You are with me.
"And I think I am doing something for You, but You do it for me.
"Thank You for giving me a noble assignment. And thank You for helping me to fulfill it. And thank You for Your words that love and heal us all."
Gloria:
I begin to feel like there is a spiritual revolution going on.
God:
A spiritual catching on. There is nothing to revolt against. There is only a train to catch, a seat to sit in, and away you go.
Catch a God-train. Catch it now. It is always ready and waiting for you to get on. There is always room for one more, and cars to be added for the flight to Heaven on the God-train. All aboard. No stops in between. Catch the express. Let God help you up.