Every Morning

On the forum recently, Aimee told the story of how she found Heavenletters™.  I'll repeat what Aimee said here with a little abridging.  How amazingly one thing leads to another.

Aimee wrote:

How did I find you - an interesting question! hehe

I am blessed in that God is constantly giving me sign posts to follow, sends me off on tangents & gets me to where I need to be. My heart is lifted every time I follow the signs & end up a little bit closer to Him.

Today I  was reading about Helen Schucman who had written down A Course in Miracles.  She had also written a book of poetry, and I decided to Google for it. I found it. The 5th link down had this sentence: "I feel sorry for Helen Schucman."

I thought that's an interesting thing to say! Clicked on the link & it took me to The Godwriting blog webpage, which in turn brought me to the Heavenletter Spiritual Community Forum. I am so grateful to God for constantly being there & constantly guiding me to the places & people that I need to connect to.

Heavenletters are a gift from God!

With love & heartfelt wishes,

Aimee

My curiosity was aroused. For Heaven's sakes, why on Earth was I sorry for Helen Schucman?

I found the blog entry and found what I had meant.

I am copying down here the whole entry because I like it so much:

Helen Schucman

I feel sorry for Helen Schucman. She was the scribe for A Course in Miracles. What a beautiful testament to God she wrote down.

From what I have read, she did it reluctantly. Can you imagine being reluctant to write down A Course in Miracles!

But that is not why I feel sorry for her. I’m am sure she got over that reluctance. In any case, she wrote with alacrity.

The reason I feel sorry for her is because, one day, her task was done. The book was written. The last word had been given and noted. How did Helen Schucman live without hearing a new word each and every day from that inalterable Source of All Good?

May I never know how to deal with that.

I don’t want to ever know what it would be like without a word from God every morning, or tomorrow morning, or even one morning. I’ve got to have it.

I was lost my whole life, and then Heavenletters appeared, and I was found, or I found myself. I require God’s Presence every morning. God does not require Me. He requires nothing but to give. He gave me Himself. He gave me Himself in words. He spoke to me. I heard Him. And I cannot get His words out of my head, and He has included Himself in my heart.

It is not that I require proof of God. He proved Himself long ago. He needs no proof anyway. But I do require hearing from Him. At least, I hunger hearing from Him. I have been too alone my whole life to ever want to be lonely again or to miss one word of His, one intonation, one blessing, one lifting of my heart. May I never know what it is to be without one syllable of His.

And so I make an appointment every morning, and God is waiting for me. He never misses. He always shows up. He never says He has something better to do.

And so may I always show up.

And in my last breath, may I be writing down what God says, and then no one can ever have a reason to feel sorry for me.