Really wonderful Godwriting Workshop, you say. You say you don't know how I do it. I will tell you.
It is easy. It is My pleasure. You have all blessed Me. I am blessed. God is blessed.
Each Godwriting is a beautiful piece of fruit that falls into My heart like an apple from a tree. Each piece of fruit that falls to Me is its own variety of a never-before-seen kind of fruit. I gave you the words, and yet you present them to Me as a gift from a gold and silver tree bearing the fruit of your souls. You give My grace to Me, and I am well-pleased.
Well-pleased is not the expression I want. Sometimes I too don't know the word I want. There may not be a word to express what I wish to express. Grateful is not the right word. When am I not grateful? Appreciative is not the right word. When am I not? Happy is not the right word, for when am I not happy? Well-received is not the right word. Well-received is too stand-offish. And, it goes without saying that My messages to you are well-given and that My awareness that My messages are received into open arms gives Me - what shall I say? I don't know the word. You will have to give Me the word I want.
Pleasure is not the right word. You more than pleasure Me, beloveds. Yes, you please Me, but what is the word I want to express to say what a gift from you means to Me?
You have given Me love, so what is the right word to express what I feel when you send love to Me?
I cannot say that your return of love causes Me to bestow more love on you because My love already is bestowed on you to its fullest. Where can more love be?
Shall I say that your attention on Me is like a sweet Spring rain that sprinkles your heart all over the Universe?
I cannot say that I was parched, and that your Godwriting quenched My thirst. But, I suppose, if I could have a thirst, my thirst would be to receive the love letters from you that originate with Me. Each Godwriting you write down is like a return receipt to Me. You acknowledge My gifts to you, My gifts of worded love construed as advice. You acknowledge Our connection. You accept Our connection. You accept My love.
Yes, each Godwriting is your thank You to Me.
You give Me a stated update on your life, as it were. You give Me opportunity to know that I am heard. I do like to be heard. No one likes to not be heard. I hear you, and now you hear Me. I am heard in your heart and recorded on paper. You make a recording of My Voice heard in your heart and transferred to paper. You write down what I say to you, and, so, the Universe attempts to make permanent that which was ever so and never otherwise. There is nothing impermanent about Me.
I do not grow, for I am already Totality. I have no edges. I am Immeasurable Totality. I am measureless Totality. I am Vastness Supreme, and now you are beginning to accept your own Vastness which is the Totality that We all are. What would I give you but all of Myself, not a dab, not a dot, but All?
And so you acknowledge receipt. And I accept. We accept the love We exchange. Not really exchanged but noted. Easy for Me, and easy for you.