Gloria to God:
Dear God, would You like to continue Your response to Margaret?
God:
I needle Margaret, and I make inroads. Of course, Margaret is ready, and she must be aware that I enjoy her very much.
We were talking about trust. The word I want to use now is confidence. May Margaret have more confidence in Me.
Gloria:
Forgive me for butting in, but less in herself?
God:
In a way. Except it is also the opposite. More confidence in Me and less in her individuality. More confidence in Me, and more confidence in life and truly in herself. And then she does not have to hold up the world. Of course, Margaret is everyone.
One more thing. Margaret does not have to get to all her stuff, feel it, grieve it, and then let it go. She can let it go now. When she can give it to Me, entrust Me to take care of it and her, her stuff will go. She will look around one morning and notice that her grief is gone. I can do it all at once.
If Margaret thinks it needs all the stages, she will have all the stages. The world says she needs them.
I am the Creator of the World, but I am not caught in it. I am beyond the world, before and beyond.
I do not say you need the suffering before you let Me remove it from you!
I do not say to pretend non-suffering either.
By yourself, you cannot get through anything. You can merely close the door on it.
When Gloria was going through her attachment trauma, she finally asked Me to take it from her, and I did. As easy as that. In one instant.
Time does not exist for Me, so how would it take Me time? But you, My children, take time. You string it out. You try everything. All you have to do is hand it to Me, and in the sweep of an instance, I will broom it away. It is nothing for Me. It is something for you to hand it to Me.
Whatever it is, turn it over to Me. No job too big or too small.
Gloria, the Post Office in error returned to sender a check earmarked for Heaven. You went to the post office and explained it all. You can do all those things, or not do all those things, and I will fix it when you ask Me.
The same, Gloria, with the company whose truck ran over your tree. Write all your letters to the company and have your little fit, but have you asked Me to take care of it for you? I don't think I received your request. Let Me check. No, it's not here.
This is simple-minded. It is easy. Turn over to Me, and I will take care of it, leaving you free to play.
Now I speak to Margaret again.
Does turning over to Me mean you are irresponsible?
If you have been taught you must do it all from the trenches up, then you are irresponsible. So be it. If irresponsible means that your shoulders don't have to carry all the weight they have, then it is irresponsible. If this is so, then I say: Be irresponsible. Be carefree. Don't fill your mind and your life with your problems and hold them to you. Drop them. All the machinations of the world don't really do much to solve them.
But for Me, it is easy. I spritz My love. That's how I solve. Your solution is to tell Me where.
Enlist My aid. It is free. No waiting list.
Now, to return to your statement, Margaret: "I don't feel I have done anything wrong by continuing to keep trying to make the best of whatever comes."
You have done nothing wrong. You do nothing wrong, dear Margaret. We are not talking of right or wrong. We are talking of wearing yourself out with effort that dries your heart out on the shelf.
You use the words: "…keep trying." How effortful those words are. Will you change them to: "keep desiring?" Or "keep talking to God about them"? Or will you even let them go?
Really, Margaret, how much does your supreme effort accomplish? How much can it?
Maybe you have been taught, and learned, that wearing your fingers to the bone is virtuous, and not wearing your fingers to the bone is unvirtuous.
Maybe you have been taught, and learned, that beating your head against a stone wall is honorable, and that not beating your head against a stone wall is dishonorable.
There is a balance to holding on and letting go. It is not all holding on, as you have been taught and learned. It is not giving up either. It is more giving over. Give over and let go.
When someone else holds the rope that holds up the world, you can let go.
Margaret, you could not be an irresponsible person if you tried. Do not think any longer of responsible/irresponsible.
Think of giving Me a turn.
As for a new definition of doing your best to be happy, please stop trying to do your best. Happiness is not something you do. Your iron will does not allow happiness, My dear one.
Happiness cannot be sought.
Do what you enjoy, and do more of it. Do less of what you don't enjoy. Give more time to your enjoyment. Your house does not have to be immaculate. Your life does not have to be ordered. Everything does not have to be in place.
You can set yourself free, dear Margaret.
I sense that you punish yourself because you so want to be good and worthy.
I tell you that you are worthy. You are the worthy of the worthiest. But not from all your effort.
Soak in the tub, Margaret. Be not on time once. Be imperfect once. Don't get anything done one day.
Practice being.
How you do that is by taking off all the rules and jobs you have given yourself.
Breathe deeply, and sit a while. Sit with Me a while. Put your feet up. Go smoke a cigar, as it were.
Go to Iowa City for a weekend. Or go the Best Western overnight and swim in their pool.
Make Margaret-in-love your objective. Margaret-in-love-with-Margaret. Margaret-so-kind-to-Margaret. Relentless in her kindness to herself. Ever soliciting her comfort and ease, taking time for herself, doing what she feels like rather than what she thinks she should. God is telling her what she should do, and that is to find out what you would like to do this moment, dear Margaret. Do that, and all will follow.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow you all the days of your life.
I am your Heavenly Father, and I love you with all My heart. I call you to Me. Come, sit awhile with Me. Put your feet up, rest your head on My shoulder, and know We are One, this Father and this child, but I am the Father, and you are the child.
You are My child of joy, and that's the most, and all, you can be.