Thank you for your comments

It does seem to be that more and more life is becoming a game of ping pong with myself. I see more and more that everything is myself, and that’s all there is. Everywhere I go, everything I see, everything I read, is mine. I didn’t write the following comments, and yet here I am being expressed by what people with other names write.

The following comments come from Sally, Jochen, Berit, and Pam. As I read their comments, I think, “Yes, their words speak for me.” And I am delighted, for they represent the best in me.

The comments that I speak of that ring a chord in me appear, in this case, under the blog entry Eastern Promises.

Here’s what these four people said:

So many times I benefit from someone’s comment on the blog and want to respond, but my brain is just blank on what to say. It’s like my brain just won’t work any more. I don’t know what that means but I don’t miss my brain much anyway! It’s a good thing! The Heavenletters have been so good the last few months. They give me hope and keep me going…Maybe this is part of God’s plan to replace our thinking with His. Love from Sally

Sally, I love this comment! My whole life I have felt bad when my brain did not seem to be able to work as effectively as I thought it should. I have grieved for all those apparently missed opportunities to become someone. How glad I am today that I managed to remain no one. I even know now that I wanted it that way right from the beginning. I vaguely sensed that if I have a true calling, I will be told someday what it is. Yes, Heavenletters are so encouraging. Love from Jochen

What wonderful souls you are ! I am so happy not to be alone with a brain that doesn’t work any more. Jochen dear, I am still asking or waiting to perceive what my true calling is, God keeps telling me I’m perfectly fine where I am. You did say this in such a beautiful way, it reminds me of Jeshua saying that only an egoic mind could perceive a difference between being a street sweeper or the saviour of the world. much love and joy and thanks, Berit

First the Heavenletters, then Gloria, Sally, Berit and Jochen. All with a message I needed to hear. Who needs a brain anyway? Pam

Thank you, dearest Berit. We who may appear a little dumb or unfit in the eyes of the world need all the confirmation we can get. But you touch a sore spot here. I still “perceive a difference” and the calling may simply be in not perceiving difference any more. “I’m perfectly fine where I am” may be the very last word on this matter. Think of the cardinal, the sparrow, and the wren. Jochen

Are the above comments not a beautiful discourse on wisdom?

These comments make me think of so many things to say, even though these four posters have said it all. However, here is some of what Sally, Jochen, Berit, and Pam make me think of:

Winnie, the Pooh, the bear of little brain and how often I am Winnie the Pooh.

How many people never had the luxury or time to anticipate what they would really like to do or were meant for.

I think with gratitude that somehow my particular form of service did come along. I am very lucky. This gift was given to me, and I stumbled upon it. I would like to have been born knowing what was to come or, at least, knowing sooner, and yet Godwriting™ must have arrived at the right time. I wouldn’t have been ready even a minute sooner. I can also say that I’m not always sure I’m ready yet!

And then there are more things I want to say, like:

There is no arrival. I am as tickled as can be to involved in what I’m doing, and yet it is the same as any service. In a way, it’s no different from when I taught school. It is a wonderful thing to teach school. Teaching was gloryful for me, and yet teaching is made up of correcting papers and doing little mundane things that by themselves are quite ordinary. Whatever we are doing, it’s just something we’re doing.

In a way, service is service. It doesn’t matter what the service is. In a way, Godwriting is no different from picking up a piece of paper off the street. In a way, it is no different from cooking a meal or making a bed. Service seems to be something we do as we mosey along in life. And yet the seemingly small acts, the acts that seem like nothing at all, contribute, and they contribute something far greater than the act itself.

God tell us often that our purpose is to enjoy, that we are doing far more than we realize, and that He is happy with us as we are.

When I re-read HEAVEN #2805 Who Could Think of a World with Birds Singing?, I realized where Jochen got the cardinal, the sparrow, and the wren from!

If a bird is a red cardinal, it sings for My joy and entertainment. If a bird is a sparrow, it is glad to be a sparrow who sings for My joy. The sparrow does not envy the red cardinal and wish for the color or voice of a cardinal. Oh, no, the sparrow acknowledges its worthiness to Me just the way it is. You might say that a wren is not ambitious because it doesn't want to be anything more than it already is. It doesn't even occur to a wren to want to be a cardinal. You might say that you have higher standards than a wren because you desire more. A wren doesn't have low standards, beloveds. It's simply that a wren values himself. In that sense, his standards are higher than yours! Frankly, a wren doesn't care what you make of him. He recognizes His connection to Me. He covets no more.