When you read a Heavenletter or receive other news from Me, it is like I gently lift you up and hold you high. And when you have finished, gently you are put down and returned to Earth, and yet, you are a little taller. Something of your Heavenward journey stays with you.

It is not that you keep photographs of it, although you may. The Heaven air has touched you. You have breathed it in. It has wafted through you and become part of you, in your cells, We might say.

There is such a fine line between something's making sense to you and its feeling right to you. Actually, they are the same, only sometimes you let someone else's sense of things sway you. When something strikes you as true, it makes sense to you and it feels right. Truth always makes sense in the heart. It is the world that does not make sense.

There is a Golden Touch to what I say. More than the words, more than the structure, more than the thoughts, there is an invisible silent blessing from Me. You cannot hear it. You cannot see it. You cannot touch it. And yet My Golden Touch touches you.

Take all My words away, and My Golden Touch remains. Erase, and My love within Heavenletters remains like invisible ink. Take an eraser and erase My written words from your notebook, and still an impression is left. My words once spoken are spoken. What I say stands. Nothing topples it.