Gloria:

Dear God, how are You, and thank You for everything!

Yesterday I received the following email from my dear friend Sandra:

Sandra:

Dear Gloria, what if the only prayer a person ever uttered to God in times of stress, fear, or happiness, was: "Thy Will be done", and "Thank You". Would anything else really be necessary?

Gloria:

I wrote back and asked if she meant her question for You, God. She did. Here is the first part of her second email yesterday:

Sandra:

That's what I was asking of God. I guess I want to know because the long prayers are beautiful, but not for me. I like to get to the nitty-gritty; no hearts and flowers necessary.

Of course, I am not speaking of the ongoing dialogues that I now have with God during the day. That's just talking, or is that prayer too?

God:

Dear Sandra, prayers are for you, not for Me! I do not need your prayers. You do.

You need to connect to Me. Everyone has the need to express themselves to Me. Your opening to Me opens you to wholeness.

I express Myself to you fully every moment. You are My constant thought. I look into your eyes. Look into Mine.

Take a look at Me in your heart. That is prayer.

"Thy Will be done" and "Thank You" are more than sufficient for Me.

If they were sufficient for you, would the question arise?

One could make shortcut prayers like "Number one" or "Number 25", and that would be sufficient for Me, but not for you, dear Sandra.

Prayer is a word with many connotations. To many it means a formality of words. For many, designated words do not adequately connect their hearts to Mine.

It is not the words that make the prayer. It is the heart connection the words make.

Make no mistake. There is great value in the vibration of My Name. Connect your heart to My Name, but if the words come, and your attention is elsewhere, to what have you connected?

Is "Thank You" truly thanking Me or is it being polite? Or is it seen as a payment, like a ticket that lets you in, like a visa that allows you to knock on My door.

There is no one prayer that you must use. There are no outside rules in this, dear Sandra.

In prayer, you are entrusting your heart to Mine.

In prayer, you acknowledge Me, not with your mind, but with your heart.

A prayer could be wordless, Sandra. You could punch in #0 as far as words are concerned.

Where your heart is am I.

You do not favor the word surrender, Sandra, because you fear to let go. Trust is not easy for you. When I say you, I mean all of My children.

I must point out that you avert your eyes from Me.

In your questions here, you do not talk to Me face to face. Why is that, My dear Sandra? What do You perhaps fear with Me? What do you fear I will find out or do to you? Is addressing Me surrendering some of your hard-earned control?

One way to look at prayer is as surrender of your control.

Please don't strain to connect to Me, Sandra. Let Me connect to you. Watch for Me.

Our daytime dialogues are precious to Me. Yes, I am there, Sandra. Just talking to Me is consentient prayer.

Now I make a prayer to you:

Sandra, I pray that you accept My love, know your value to Me, and play with Me. Let Us delight together and be constant Friends. Let Me be your guiding light, and I will follow you everywhere. Lean on Me. Depend on Me. Know I never forsake you. Give up your assumed jurisdiction, and give it to Me. Elect Me God. Vote for Me. Make Me your own. Speak to Me from your loosened heart. Call Me your Beloved God. Give Me your tears to wipe. Keep looking up at Me, and Our eyes will meet. Let Me take care of you. Release your hold on the boundaries of life, and give both hands to Me. Lift your feet off the ground as well. I am your terra firma, Sandra. And I am the leap of your heart.

With boundless freeing love, I remain your Beloved God, forever yours.

Gloria:

Dear God, here is the rest of Sandra's last email:

Sandra:

By the way, the aspect of fear is a big one in my life too. This week I felt a real physical whoosh of fear in my stomach as I was thinking about my life. God is my only stabilizer, but I have to move fast before the fear grows.

And, of course, there is the thought that plagues me from time to time: What if I'm turning to this fantasy of God because there is nothing else, and I need to believe in something. That scares the heck out of me!

I just ate, not one, but two honey buns. Yes, food is my master!

God:

Eat your two honey buns. They are from Me. I will give you all sweetness, My beloved Sandra.

I am grateful to you for expressing so succinctly what goes on in all hearts at, more or less at one time or another.

Yes, thinking about life, thinking what was it for, strikes fear.

Now, My beloved, think in the present tense. What is your life for?

Start now. Ask Me, and listen to My reply.

What is your life for? I will tell you now that it is for joy, not sorrow. It is for gain, not loss.

You are beginning to tune in to the right station. You are doing some fine-tuning, and now you are ready to expand your boundaries.

I gave you your life to spend as you will. You do not have to protect yourself any longer.

That whoosh of fear in your heart is your ego's clarion call. He will not leave easily. He wants to take you with him! But send him packing. Turn to Me and not your fears. Fill your stomach with Me, Sandra, not fear. Soon you will not need the honey buns because you will be so filled with My sweetness.

I am the only real, Sandra. I am all that exists. I want to assure you of that before I say to you:

What if I were a fantasy? What if you turn to Me because there is nothing else, and you need to believe in something? What would be so terrible? What is better to believe in than Me?

Well, you might as well believe in Me.

Ask further: Is a sweet pastry really sweet? Does it really exist? Where did it appear from? Where does it go?

It came from somewhere. Some hands made it for you, Sandra, as My hands and love made you.

Where did this very answer come from? Not from Gloria. You're certain of that, aren't you? Did she find it in a book? Or did she hear a Voice?

Do you exist, Sandra, My love?

You do know irrevocably that there is something more than what you see. You know there is "something". You know something bigger than you exists. You know because in your deepest heart you remember. Remember some more.

Now, as to the remaining matter, do you really think that sweet pastries are your master? Your search for sweetness in life draws you. I give you permission to eat all the pastry you desire, for its sweet taste leads you to Me.

Come to Me, dear Sandra, and you shall know sweetness.

Come to Me, sweet Sandra, and I will give you hearts and flowers, for you really do seek them, and I will give them to you, and you will find joy in them, for they are meant for you. You merit all kinds of sweetness.

Keep talking to Me, Sandra.