Kerry to Diane:

Dearest Diane and Family, I read Heavenletters this morning (Monday) and my Heart is so broken for you. I did not think I would ever be at a loss for words for what grief you are experiencing, having experienced it myself. I am, however, numb to the core. Bear with me as I attempt to share my deepest Heart with you. If I could take what is deep inside of me and present it to you, I would. Paltry words are all I have.

I have felt the Love of Molly through Heaven since early October. I believe the Faith and Courage, Love and care that you posses, dear Diane, is a comfort to so many. I know it has been for me. This particular road of grief is fraught with unfathomable pain.

I am so uplifted by the Faith in God which you manifest so beautifully. I send you and your Family all my Love and have a candle burning for the new sweet Angel, Molly.

Thirty-eight years ago, this very day, my little Sister, Pamela Joy, left this plane to be with God. She is always with me, and I am sure she was there with the hosts of Heaven to welcome Molly!

I am singing a song that expresses so much better what it is I feel. The lyrics are: "Oh, Go in Beauty / Peace be with you, / Til we meet with our Hearts in the Light."

Margaret to Diane:

Dear Diane, please accept my deepest condolences on the loss of your little angel. I do not pretend to know how you feel, but I can tell you that your sharing of your daughter and your relationship with her and your strivings together have certainly moved and deepened my own capacity for love, and I bless you for your generosity and openness with all the Heaven readers. My heart goes out to you and your husband and children. I wish I lived near you; I know you are a very special family.

I hope you will not think it presumptuous of those of us who were in the Ask God Continuing Ed. Workshop this weekend, but we "asked God" on your behalf. Not that we felt you needed it, you understand; I think it was we who needed it, for we were all very moved by Molly's saga and her going back to God.

Here is my Godwriting from the workshop:

Margaret to God:

Dearest Lord, what words of solace do You have for Diane?

God through Margaret:

Diane is in great pain, she is grieving, but she is happy. Yes, both at the same time. She knows Molly is with Me, so she isn't worried for her anymore, but she naturally misses her darling girl while at the same time experiencing some relief. Diane must remember, it was Molly's path.

Diane played her part well, and she can put the role away now, when she is ready to. Molly is with Me. But, so is Diane. I love them both dearly and will keep both of them in My heart always. All the Heavenreaders feel Diane's loss and pain and confusion and guilt, and gather her into their arms to surround her with love and peace.

When a runner exerts himself to deliver a message, afterwards, he is exhausted, so he rests and recovers. He doesn't feel guilty that he is tired, or guilty that the job is over; it just IS over, and he did the best he could. No regrets. He recuperates, and trains for the next race.

Diane is My precious child, too. She did her job. She looked to Molly's care. Now she must look to her own care as lovingly and fiercely as she looked to Molly's. She must soothe her own mind and heart and physiology now.

All My love and blessings are with her in whatever form she chooses to accept them.

Bev to Diane:

Dear Diane, you are so much in my thoughts at this time. I send all my heartfelt prayers that all the love that is flowing to you brings you peace and comfort. You and Molly gave me so much, and I am grateful to have you both in my life through Heavenletters.

Yesterday in our Ask God workshop, I wrote to God about Molly, and I am sending you His reply. (The words in parenthesis are not God's words—they are the closest I knew to what He was saying). I hope they bring you comfort.

Bev to God:

My dearest Heavenly Father, I just heard that Molly, the little girl I read about in Heaven died. Please tell me what you would like to say to her mother Diane.

God through Bev:

Diane, precious daughter of my heart, the grief you are feeling is real. Grieve for the loss of the little one you nourished so carefully. The tears that flow will help send her on her beautiful journey. Molly rides in a boat steered by angels. Her place in My arms is waiting.

I want you to know that there is nothing but love in the universe. Love is the beating heart of creation. Let your heart merge with this beat. Let your heart merge with Mine. I will take care of you and peace will once again be yours.

Do not let your mind wander to all of the things you might have done differently. I have always guided you and Molly. I chose you to be Molly's mother because I knew you would follow the divine plan. The love you and Molly created together has enriched the world. Someday in the future you will know what these words mean.

Soon you will be able to Bless the sweet sharings you and Molly had and rejoice that your little one lives in such divine splendor. Much peace will flow back to you. But first allow yourself to grieve, for deep sadness is leaving now. Your life will be nourished by the angelic realm who smiles down at you and says, "Well done, Diane!". You are a daughter of Heaven, and the heavens honor you.

When the grief begins to clear, ask to receive the comforts of the (non-earthly) realm. They have been waiting to bestow their treasures on you as I have been waiting to welcome My darling Molly home.

Life flows. There is no beginning and there is no end. Only Love exists. Turn your heart to love and even a (seeming) loss such as Molly will not diminish the fullness of My love for you.

At the workshop Sunday…

Gloria to God:

Dear God, my heart is sad at Molly's passing. I know I should not be. I know she is with You safe in Your arms. I have an image of her dancing and flying in such free movement, and, of course, that is what the soul does.

So, my heart aches for Molly's mother and father and brothers, for all of us who mourn her and will miss her light and wisdom. Most especially, my heart aches for the mother. I was going to ask You what words of comfort You have for Diane, but I find I want Your comfort, dear Heavenly Father.

God:

Molly's wings spread far. They reached you a thousand miles away, for, between hearts, there is no distance.

Your expectation was that Molly's body would continue and that her work for Me was on earth to do, and now your idea has to change.

You have to change the functioning of your thoughts, Gloria.

Molly is where she and I wanted her to be. Her work continues from on high.

Release Molly from your hold on her. She does not have to be in a body in a certain house within a certain family to exist. She exists.

The body is temporal. Molly is not temporal. She has moved from one location to another, and she has traveled light.

The purpose of the body is not to keep it as long as possible.

The world tells you that it is terrible that someone dies and is, therefore, lost to you. No one dies, and no one is lost to you.

A body dies, and the soul flies free.

Molly is at Home now, but she is not less with you, Gloria, and all the Godwriters and all the Heavenreaders. Molly's influence with you will continue. If her three years on earth have taught you much, imagine what she will teach you from on high.

Molly has become a butterfly and flown to Me where I welcome her with open arms, arms widespread to catch her, to catch her earth love trailing to Heaven for a new supply.

I bless Molly, her parents, and family, and I bless you. Now, you, bless Molly to her new life in Heaven, which is a continuation of the one on earth. It is another chapter in her story, and I will help you turn the pages.

Dry your tears. Her body was only an appearance, and Molly plays on another stage where she knows only freedom and glory. Would you be sad for that?

Only sad for yourself. Don't be sad for Molly who is with Me totally as We speak.

Molly says that she has not left her mother and father but will be with them always as a dear friend on high. She throws kisses and speaks of her joy in Heaven.