No-Nonsense Godwriting

For years and years now, I sit down at the computer with the intention of writing down what I hear God say. Every morning I sit at the computer and wait for God to start whispering the morning's Heavenletter™. It's like I have an appointment with God. I made the appointment, and I make sure I'll be there.

So,  mostly when I Godwrite™, I kind of do it on my command. The Godwriting™  doesn't instantly start from inspiration.  It's more that, as I start writing, I get into it and then I feel inspired.

The point I want to make is that almost always I am making the choice to Godwrite. I initiate it. In a way, it's like I say to God, "I'm ready now. You can begin."

The other morning, we had a severe electrical storm. I unplugged the computer and told myself I would sit down and write the Heavenletter later when the storm was over. In effect, I was telling God: "Let's wait for later when the storm is over and I can turn the computer back on."

But then, what I loved was that God seemed to assert Himself and said firmly: "Not later. Now."  I felt compelled to get a notebook and start writing with a pen. How happily I found pen and paper.  How good it was to feel the initial push from God to start Godwriting.

Instead of typing, I wrote down the Heavenletter by hand, and then later I typed up what I had written down by hand.  It will be a while before that Heavenletter is sent out.

Then I realized how the last words of that Heavenletter kind of described the feeling I had when God made me sit down and write the Heavenletter right then:

Accept that you are a Divine Being. Even as you fuss with the relative aspects of your very human life, accept that you are a Divine Being.

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Hi Gloria,
Thank-you so much for your kind invitation to visit the forums and your blog. I don't know what to say, though, other than- WOW! She knows him! She knows my best and dearest friend. It's quite an odd feeling. It's like meeting an old friend and having so much to catch up on. I don't know where to start. It has always been a very personal relationship for me which I rarely talk about. What point of reference can be used with others to begin with. To me, God was a name of some one far away to be worshiped and revered. My friend had certainly never held himself apart or infered that I should worship him. My father was the only one of his siblings who was not a preacher or married to one. The one they spoke of was certainly not the one I knew.
Each of your posts and letters are very personal to me.
I know him!!! And now to discover some one else who knows him!!! Some one who has experienced his love, wisdom and sense of humor first hand.

The Kind 'ole Man

I didn't see from where he came
.. the kind 'ole man, didn't know his name.

I'd fallen flat on my face, showing off, after the race. Skint both my knees, my arms, even the nose on my face! I'as feeling mostly embarrassed ... a little disgrace, when I heard the kind voice, leaning over me, say "its okay! now, let me see that face." He'd helped me up, dusted me off and started walking away, when I yelled, "hey! What is your name?"

He turned and smiled, the most lovely smile I'd ever seen. With a funny little wink, he stopped to wait for me, as I closed the ground he'd covered between us. He'd stooped down to the ground and was fiddling with things, like the rocks, twigs, and chalk he'd found. A curious twinkle was in his eyes, when he looked up and into mine. He tousseled my hair as we breathed the sweet air, filled with spring scents, like that wisteria I love. HEsmiled, then said, "you can call me papa... if you want, my dear."
I asked, did he know mama- that she was alone, 'cept for us kids, for how long, I exactly didn't know. He said he'd been watching us grow and in his heart he knowed, we were all fine kids, he'd be forever proud to know.
I told him I was probably late, and should be getting home 'fore mama worried. Was he going that way?
Forever, I'll remember, the day he told me, he'd walk with me that mile. That was long ago, but Papa... he still walks with me, now!

SOMETHING TO HOLD ON TO…..

I AWOKE THIS MORNING FEELING SORTA SAD AND BLUE
A LITTLE BIT ALONE AND NOTHING FELT LIKE HOME.
I JUST REMEMBER WISHING FOR SOMETHING TO HOLD ONTO.
IT WAS THEN I HEARD THE VOICE HELPS ME THRU TIMES LIKE THIS.
HEY! ….HEY! YES, YOU! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ME, AGAIN ?
YEAH, IT WAS MY HEART REACHING OUT TO TELL ME THIS.
WHAT I INSTEAD SHOULD BE REMEMBERING-

IF YOU’D JUST STAY IN TOUCH WITH ME YOU ’D KNOW
THE MORE THAN PRECIOUS THING FOR YOU I HOLD.
THAT BEFORE YOU TOOK YOUR FIRST LIVE BEATH
I WAS HOLDING PAPA’S HAND AND I NEVER HAVE LET GO..
I’M HOLDING PAPA’S HAND FOR YOU, AND
THRU THAT HAND FLOWS ALL HIS LOVE
AND GLORIOUS GRACE FROM UP ABOVE.
HE WANTS ONLY WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU
AND EVERY WORD HE SPEAKS IS TRUE.
NOT ONCE, NOT EVER HAS HE LIED TO YOU.
HE HAS GIVEN YOU HIS WORD (PROMISES)
AND YOU TOOK A JOB OF HIS TO DO..
TWAS TOWARD THAT END HE GIFTED YOU.
WITH STRENGTH, COURAGE, AND COMFORT
HE NOURISHES EVERY PART OF YOU.
PAPA’S TRUTH IS NEVER HARDER
THAN THE RESOURCES HE GAVE YOU WITH WHICH TO BARTER.
HIS TRUTH, IT IS NOT A BITTER PILL TO SWALLOW.
HE HAS NOT LEFT YOU TO WALK ALONE.
EVERY THING HE HAS AND IS, YOU OWN.
I AM WITH HIM AND HE’S WITH ME.
I DON’T LIE TO YOU EITHER.
NOW THIS IS WHAT YOU MUST REMEMBER.!
THAT ANYTIME YOU BEGIN TO THINK YOU CAN’T
JUST COME INSIDE TO ME AND I WILL SHOW
YOU EVERYTHING YOU CAN.
THERE IS JUST NOT MUCH THAT YOU CAN’T DO
WHEN YOU WALK IN PAPA’S TRUTH.
ALL THIS I SPEAK, IN ME, YOU KNOW.
NOW, COME ON ,KID… CHEER UP!
‘CAUSE WE HAVE LOTS OF WORK TO DO.
AND WE ARE WELL EQUIPT TO DO IT.
YOU NEVER WALK ALONE AND
YOU HAVE EVERYTHING THERE IS
TO HOLD ON TO !
DLM

Clock

When you were one and very small
My ticks and tocks to you would talk
Told you things, you cared a lot
You watched my face as if you knew
All the things time stored for you

And now, you’ve grown up very tall
Hardly look at me at all
When you do, I see a frown
Cross your face and bring you down

Makes me sad that you’re not glad
Wrinkled brow and hectic pace
Won’t you look me in my face
I talk to you, but you won’t listen

Time still has your gifts untouched
You haven’t used them very much
Still you have a little time
Won’t you hear these tocks of mine

For my whispers won’t you listen
Take your gifts and make them glisten
Use them for the reasons sent
Don’t go away all sad and bent
Count down your time proud and tall

Listen to me as I say
“Tick and Tock -Time Flies Away”

Fairy Night

See the lightening flash so bright
Must be fairies lost tonight
Heard it lights their way back home
If they’re late & all alone
I’ll open my window, make it stay
Just in case they pass this way
Bet they’re wet and very tired
Dripping wings & everything
They could dry here by the fire
Teach me pretty words they sing
I’ll cover them and let them sleep
What a memory for me to keep.
Think I’ll lie up here & wait
Watch for them by open gate
Hope I don’t fall asleep too soon
Must be getting very late
If they come I hope they’ll stay
Dry their wings while they sing
And stay a while ‘til I wake.

Gloria- speaking of Angels and thinking of your 'experiences' post- do you also hear the angels sing. I was blessed twice with the experience but it was truly beyond words.
I always try to have a pad and pen but am often caught without. Most of my commumion is hand writtrn- some on scraps of paper, envelopes, napkins etc. I got a word processor and started typing them into it first. As I had never taken typing in school it was a slow process and I'm still slow though I finally joined the 20th century and got a computer 2-3 yrs ago. I worked mostly with numbers. Accounting and specialized in audits for a very large well known company. They were one of the last to switch everyone to computers. We had data processing dept. who transfered all the data into large mainframe computer system. Guess I should let you have your blog back now. Debbie

Today I am dealing with anxiety and a subtle but deep sense of anguish. I fear all the bothers of relative life and of being trapped in them. And You ( God and Gloria ) remind me to accept that I am a Divine Being.
Yes this is what I needed to hear.
Thank you
Emilia

Debbie, thanks for everything! Alas, I have never heard the angels sing. I do know some human beings that I am convinced are angels. And an animal friend here and there too.

Emilia, I wonder how many people are dealing with anxiety even anguish! Raise your hands!

God reminds us all. I need to be reminded a lot!

I have not heard the angels sing, but I have had another beautiful experience. Early one morning, I had a dream ... I was looking out my bedroom window and could see a man standing halfway up the hill down the road (not a view I can actually see frmo my bedroom window). This was in winter and he was dressed in what we call "Michigan Chic"--meaning those hats with the ear flaps worn down but not buckled, flannel jacket, buckle-up work boots (not buckled). He was holding a golden violin and a huge golden bow. He started playing the most beautiful music I've ever heard ... he played and played as I slowly drifted awake. The last note sounded as I opened my eyes. It was the most lovely "awakening" I've ever had.

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