Sandra to Heavenletters:
Yes, what God says is true. I am disappointed in Him.
Every time I read His message, I see the truth in what He says.
I don't want to be by the wayside, and I want to return to bask in God's love. I am trying.
Sandra to God:
Dear God, in a dream, I saw my heart completely encased in steel with big steel buckles tightly wrapped around it. It is cold and hard with no feeling. I can't get this image out of my mind.
How can I get over my anger and resentment and get back to You?
Trying to love, Sandra
God to Sandra:
My beloved, just as you are. What you are doing is looking at truth. You are talking to Me. Keep talking to Me, dear Sandra. Keep asking Me to help you. Allow yourself to be My child.
You know that anger and resentment create suffering, and who chose the anger? Not I. I didn't give it to you, dear one. I take responsibility for My dear son David's coming home to Me, but not for your suffering. Your suffering came from your interpretation. And your interpretation is fading. You no longer want to accuse Me of sinning against you. Now you are ready for the next step. And here it is:
Forgive Me, Sandra. Forgive Me for being God, the One Who created life and Who appears to take it away. Forgive Me for loving David. Forgive Me for My vision. Forgive Me for what I know. Forgive Me for not following your will.
Blame is judgment, and judgment brings its steel buckles. With every inch of your forgiveness, those steel buckles will open a mile.
Picture the buckles opening. Picture your hands and My hands opening them. It is My Will that they open. And, so, of course, they will.
My sun shines on you constantly. If you cover yourself, or turn away from the Sun, you have it still but without basking in it.
Bask away at My love for you, Sandra.
Be at the beach and fill pails of My love. Call it sand. Call anything My love.
Even your tears are My love, Sandra.
There is nothing that you cannot call My love. Even David's death is My love.
And you are My love.
Gloria:
Thank You, dear God, for that beautiful message.
On another subject, a very dear person thought maybe that Heavenletters could become a crutch. I didn't think so, but I didn't know what to say.
God:
I am the Crutch of crutches. I am the permanent.
Might as well say that you shouldn't have to eat. Food is a crutch after all. Or drinking water. You depend on it. You look for it. Your legs — perhaps you depend on them too much also.
A crutch is an aid that you use while it's useful, and then you discard it. When your leg is broken, you need a crutch, and when the leg is better, the crutch is dispensable.
But I am indispensable. You don't make it anywhere without Me.
It is ego to think that there is a time when you could say, "I don't need God anymore."
Gloria:
I think this person meant Heavenletters, not You, that Heavenletters could become a crutch. He might have meant that one should become so involved with You within himself that Heavenletters would be extraneous.
God:
When he becomes so intimately involved with Me within himself he will participate more in Heavenletters because he will know My truth more vividly and share it volubly. This is a very special son of mine you are referring to. He does much good. He will do much more good.
Heavenletters is a reinforcement, but so is every good thing that comes. There is nothing wrong with reinforcement. There is so much glum reinforcement in the world — have some joyous reinforcement.
Heavenletters is a reminder of My Love. It is also an object for your love. Scroll the pages of God's love. Roll out My love. Let your eyes run over My love every day.
I am not a once-a-week God. I am an every day God. I am an ever-present God. I am omniscient and omnipresent. I am omni. I am OM.
Gloria:
Dear God, I get a little thrown when You say OM.
God:
Language is not to throw you. I could say I am God. I could say I AM. I said OM. I could say love or amour or amore. Or Sandra or Gloria or Julie or Jon or anyone. It is all the same. Just a different name of the same.