Heavenletters

God said:

Beloved, before you were born, you chose to take on the role of hero. You didn’t choose to accept the role of slug-a-bed. Absolutely not. You chose a hero’s role. If not a flashing Superman role, at the very least, you chose the role of slow but steady. You made a commitment to not jump ship. You pledged to be here steadfast for the long haul.

God said:

Beloved, may you live well and long. May you know what is of significance and pledge yourself to what matters rather than to what is really not so important that you cannot leave it behind you when this is all you can do.

When all is said and done, when you sift through your imagined possessions, when the dust settles, what do you take with you? What fits into your heart and soul and leaves its mark on you? No one takes steamer trunks anymore these days. Who could ever fit so much in your baggage now? One handbag may be too much.

God said:

Beloved, how might life look differently to you when you see Me as top coach in your book – not as a possibility but as an absolute reality? What if you saw Me tossing basketballs into the net of your life, not now and then, but every second of the day?

What if you could see Me playing out in your life fervently, as if you can see Me meaning everything to you as I run interference for you, doing everything for you? How might you find yourself feeling more eager about life? You wouldn't have to put the wind into your sails.

When you can feel that I am YOUR basketball player, wouldn't you be relieved? Might then your life be more of a bird in hand?

God said:

Beloved, you have your choice as to what you make for breakfast this morning. Make oatmeal if you like. Make a frittata. This is your option to decide. Ultimately, you are responsible. If you are out of eggs, who is to pick up another dozen?

God said:

Beloved, in the midst of life, you are beset with life toppling all over seemingly at once. There is hardly a break for you to settle down for a while to take a good look at what actually is going on, indeed, in your life.

God said:

Beloved, you are the heartfelt song I sing. You are the music to My ears. I, God, even as there is Oneness, in terms of the world, I alone speak forth to an individual Godwriter from the depth of My Heart, and a Heavenletter is born. And another and another is also happily born.

The whole world can hear and listen to what I whisper gladly, and what I whisper, I would love to be heard by all.

God said:

Beloved – of course, Yes, Yes, you are My Beloved. Let’s clear the slate. Own up to your accepted place in My heart. You have no other choice. It is not only sometimes that you are featured in My heart. It is all the time, love around the clock.

God said:

Beloved, in some ways, perhaps in many ways, the less you know, the better off you are. There is an advantage in being innocent. There is advantage in finding out rather than being positive that you already know all the ins and outs of life, that you are sure you have life figured out and have the ability to evaluate it.

Be wide-eyed. Be open to life. All is not yet said and done.

You may address life itself in new ways and not at all as you might have thought you would.

Life plays itself out as it plays itself out. You may not know best.

God said:

Beloved, you are here on Earth to go more deeply into life and love. No longer do you skate so intently on the top layers of life. Sometimes, as your heart falls more deeply into love with Oneness, you simultaneously divest less of yourself into the surface world. The world doesn’t have the hold on you as much as it once did, and you may tend to experience this as a lessening of love. It is more like a lessening of attachment. Change in perspective can take some getting adjusted to.

God said:

Beloved, how can it be that time does not exist, while at the same moment, you don’t have enough of this phantom time to fit the bill? I don’t set out to entangle you in puzzles, yet this is the situation you often find yourself in in the world.

Life on Earth seems like a magician’s act. Now you see it, now you don’t.