Gloria:
Dear God, continuing from yesterday, I gather that we are on earth for You.
God:
You are on earth to reveal Me one to the other.
When you reveal Me, there is no other.
You reveal Me to Me.
You are the subject, object, and verb.
You are My monument.
You are like My plaque on the wall.
I placed you on earth so you could show one another the glory I have created. You are part of My creation.
Creation is My glory.
Have you thought it was My shame?
Gloria:
I think that's been the general feeling.
God:
What if you thought you were My reward to Myself? With that one thought alone, would your life change?
Gloria:
If we felt that we were a reward to You, then we would feel great self-worth. Our lives would have to change.
God:
Experience self-worth. Love and appreciate where you live. Appreciate the house you live in and the planet you live on and those with whom you co-habit. All of that is My creation. Love Me, love My creation. I created it. Can you honor Me and disparage My creation?
Look at what I gave you. Look at what you have started with. Appreciate the sky today. The sun. The snow, the grass, the hot, the cold. Appreciate your hand today. Appreciate your feet. Appreciate even your annoyances.
My children wait for something when everything is here. You want to bake a cake. You think you are out of flour, but you have a whole cupboard full of flour. Yet you continue to wait for flour before you will bake your cake. All the time you have no need to wait.
Your life is the cake you bake. Bake whatever kind of cake you want. Who is it up to if not you?
You can bake a one-layer cake.
You can bake a 20-tiered wedding cake.
You can shape your cake any way you wish.
You can add whatever you want to.
You choose the ingredients, the style, and you stir the batter. You put it in the oven, and you take it out. And you share it.
And tomorrow you bake another.
Your life has no beginning and no end. All the schedules of life tell you that there are starts and stops and passage of something called time, but you live in eternity which means that you are not of time. There are no starts and stops. You are ongoing. There is no conclusion, forgone or not yet or ever. There really are no records either. You cannot record eternity. To record something requires that time exist and that you can hold it in place or retard it or fast forward it. Time is not elusive. Time just isn't. Wasting time is trying to stem the tide, or get off an escalator of time that does not exist.
Your life is like ocean waves. There are the crests and the troughs which are inseparable one from the other. Waves are a continuum. We can say waves are. That is the most We can say.
And so We can say you are. And that is the whole story.
You are. I AM. We ARE. You really exist. Your soul really exists. Your personality is fly-by-night. Your personality is a little spray of the waves made of the ocean.
But you are the ocean of My love. You are.
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Bev to Gloria:
My mom had a heart attack, and I left Iowa for Massachusetts very suddenly. I don't know how long I will be here, but my boss thinks he can hook me up to this computer and that I can work from here.
I really miss reading Heaven — but if the logging on works, I will be able to catch up starting tomorrow!
This is a real test for me in trusting God. I know my mother is in His hands. But I am having more difficulty in letting go of financial, etc. worries about myself and the future.
But it's funny, though, as I write this, I can hear Him whispering in my ear that this experience too can be blissful. That I can enjoy every minute of life as long as I am letting Him lead.
In some Godwriting I did, God said that this experience with my mother was making my whole family merge closer to Him. He said that this was a gift from my mother. I'm so glad that I have Heaven at this time. I read some to my brother, and he started to cry. He was driving, and we were on Route 95 in fairly heavy traffic! He said this was just what he needed. I'll give him more Heavenletters to sample when they reach me here.
I think of you often and Lauren and Sunshine and Ginger.
This morning I went for a walk with Lily, the dog I rescued in Iowa and gave to my sister at Christmas. I'm teaching Lily to sit. It's so amazing how things get worked out, isn't it?
God to Bev:
Yes, it is easier to entrust your precious mother to Me than your precious self. I am with you, dear Beverly. Give Me your fears. Sometimes it seems that financial fears and fears of one's own future hang on the hardest. It is hard to accept that they are insignificant, these fears. My children hold them so tight, as though they were dear friends who would never let them down. But your fears will indeed let you down.
In truth, your life is not grounded on fear. Your life is grounded in Heaven with Me. I know that you know that, yet fear becomes a security blanket. Niggling fear is so familiar: "What will I do? What will happen? Where is my financial support going to come from? When? When I need it? Who will love me? Where will I go? Where will I be? What will I be?"
There is not one Heavenreader who is not smiling and nodding his head at this partial list of fears.
Tear up this list.
Write Fears at the top of another page.
Leave the page blank.
Throw it and its title away.
Take another piece of paper.
Write on it: "God."
Keep that one.
See the invisible writing: "All is well."