Sampling of recent personal Godwriting
Sometimes I seem to resist doing my personal Godwriting. Why? Why? I ask myself? I am never sorry that I do what I call personal Godwriting. I am always so happy when I do. It's an informal time with God. And yet I don't always take the few minutes to do it. How can that be?
Here is a recent sampling. These are all from different days:
Gloria to God: Help me to think less about myself and more about You, God.
God:
I am thinking about you always. That is good enough.
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Gloria: X wants You to take responsibility for her unhappy situation. She wants You to solve it, and she not change. Tell me what to say to her, please.
God to Gloria:
Let go, beloved Gloria. You need to take less responsibility. Tell her you love her. Tell her it’s going to be all right.
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Gloria: God, what is this about people who are so sure they are right. Especially when they are arrogant. Y corrects You. She tells You what You should be saying! She is certain that she knows better than You. This bothers me so much. God, I don’t see You getting upset.
God:
Let Me take what bothers you from you. I take away from you all responsibility for Y's words. You are right in your thinking. What is not right is for you to be upset. The thing is -- everyone thinks he or she is right. Everyone. I have just freed you from responsibility for what other people say or do. I am not discounting you. I am freeing you.
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Gloria to God: How am I doing, God?
God:
Very well.
Gloria: Then why doesn’t it feel that way to me?
God:
You have a tendency to be dissatisfied rather than satisfied.
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Gloria: God, I read a few of the stories in the book called Say You Are One of Them. They were powerful painful stories. After reading those stories, I was convinced that I have no problems. The people in the stories had problems. I have food. No one is trying to kill me or my loved ones. I have choices. And everyone I know doesn’t have problems either. Compared to the situations in this book, even illness would not be a problem. It would be a luxury. Losing life, your own or a loved one’s life, due to natural causes would be a luxury. God, do most of us manufacture problems? It is seeming like that to me, as though we have a quota of problems to fill. And we find a way to fill our quota. That includes me, God.
God:
Foolish, isn’t it? Certainly not wise. Have the idea that you have no problems, for that is the Truth. That a meal you prepared wasn’t quite right? What kind of a problem is that? You can’t sleep, or you’re sleeping too much? Either way, consider yourself fortunate. A friend drops out of your life? At least she is alive and living her life as she sees fit. You have the idea. Now live your life with joy. You have life. Is this not fortunate?
Comment
So wonderful, God and Gloria. All the answers are the same: Let it be, it's all right, all is well.
If we don't feel that all is well, we may be a little (in my case very) reluctant to even start a conversation, suspecting that God will not say what I want to hear. I would like Him to acknowledege that something isn't right and my unease justified, but I know He ist not going to. He wants me to drop it while I feel I can't because that's not my job, because it's clinging to me. And God says, No, it is you who is clinging to it.
If you have "a tendency to be dissatisfied", first with yourself and then via projection with lots of other things, it's only natural that you believe you are quite justified to feel that way and to see things that simply aren't right. But God keeps repeating, Drop it anyway. And one day you feel the first little stirring of willingness to just drop whatever does not look right – and drop your responsibility to do something about it. I believe that is when I begin to make peace with myself.