Nancy O. to God:
Dear Heavenly Father, I feel that living a small life, You know, just putzing around, is not enough for me, or the expectations I have for myself. But somehow I am always busy but never accomplishing the grand goals I have to transform the world or at least part of it.
Is this ego pushing me?
Do You just expect me to just dabble in world change? Or do You have the larger expectations of me too? Am I doing enough for You or should I just concentrate on being?
I love Your responses and always enjoy the very personal relationship We have. Thank You.
God to Nancy O.:
How shall We translate your question?
Are you doing enough? Should you be doing something spectacular?
This is not ego, dear Nancy. This is seeking to do My Will. And it is usually quiet, this fulfilling of My Will. It is not usually barnstorming, although it can be.
You do not have to balance My Will and your will. Let your heart lead because I am in your heart, and I call your name.
You are feeling some discontent with your life as it is, your time as you spend it, the dailiness of your life, the daily dalliance of human life. My children do dabble. Here and there, they dabble. My children desire greatness. And I, too, desire their greatness to manifest.
I do not ask you to dabble. I ask you to make a banner of Me in your life, to have a picture of Me in your vision through which all else is seen. That picture of Me — on neutral transfer paper, as it were — makes all else clearer. Keep Me in front of you, dear Nancy, and all else will follow. All else will tumble into place before your picture of Me.
It is as if you are ready to paint a picture. You have the brushes ready, the paint, the canvas. Your hand is poised, and you do not yet know what you are going to paint. Put your brush onto paper, and the picture will make itself.
You do not have to know what you are going to paint ahead of time. Let the brush find its way. Let the colors make their statement. Allow yourself to reveal yourself to yourself.
I, God, am a very concentrated thing. A tiny drop of Me goes a long way.
What do you want to do for Me? What is in your heart to do, dear Nancy? I am your happiness. We know that by now. What is your way to paint Me? What is your medium?
You wouldn't mind being a foot soldier for Me. You wouldn't mind being one of many marching. You want to be sure that you are doing for Me. You are not looking for glory. You are looking for expression. It is for Me, not for you, that you want to do more. But as you express yourself, you express Me. You can't do Me without you.
You want to do more, Nancy of My Heart.
Do you wish to introduce more people to Me? Would you like to contact well-known people to tell them about My appearance in Heavenletters? Your Ph.d carries a lot of credibility.
Whom would you like to share Me with? Maybe you desire a bigger circle in your life, dear Nancy.
Maybe you do need to take leaps. As an idea pops into your head, follow it. Less thinking, dear one. You will find more of your being in action than in thinking.
Thinking undoes your beingness. It covers it up. Go from being to doing. Yes, in your case, that is good. It is that interminable interim that has you down. No more interim, dear Nancy. You are ready to fly. Do not wait for someone to appoint you. I appointed you long ago. I appointed you Mine long ago. Appoint Me yours now to serve in all ways that announce Me to the world.
Nancy, there is no world. There are only people with seeking hearts like yours. Never mind the world. Think of people. As you think of Me, radiate Me out from you. You carry My light. Don't carry it under a bushel. Pack Me in letters to those who still believe there is a world.
Be like a mailman who sends letters out. He carries them and delivers them, and worries not about the response. He will carry a response back too, but he does not require a response. I am the Writer of the letters. I am the One Who sends the message. You are the carrier of it. My message is: I AM.
What ideas are stirring in you now?
I give you an assignment, dear Nancy, and you have to discern what it is. What is the picture you are going to paint? Press your brush to the canvas. That first stroke, and the painting is done. It takes the first stroke, and you are on your way. You are on My way.
One more thing. Being cannot be concentrated on. Concentration is effort. Concentration is control. Let go of control, My dear one. Let control out. Let Me shine. Let Me reveal you as you revere and reveal Me.
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Gloria to Heavenreaders:
It was soon after this message from God that Nancy O. shared her idea of a book, The Best of Heaven: Godletters 2000.