The first formal registration for the local workshop just came in. And here this dear person wrote why …continue reading

I don’t know how or when was the first time I dared to receive God’s answers to  Heavenreaders’ personal questions. I don’t know how I had the nerve, but I did. …continue reading

My father used to have an expression. “Annie don’t live here anymore.” He would say it when someone died. I imagine the expression came from somewhere, a movie perhaps, or maybe it just was an expression in common use then. And now I speak of my father who doesn’t live here any more.

Yesterday’s blog entry was Life is but a dream.  The two comments posted at the time I’m writing this touched me very much. …continue reading

Today is the anniversary of my father’s death. I know better, yet, despite all God has taught, I mourn for my father and yearn for even a few moments with him even just once again. …continue reading

A few days ago, since I wrote about Fairy Tales, I have been excited about the idea of a 7 Heavenletter book or ebook of fairy tales.

Jochen, I actually did a search on the Heavenletter page on my own!

I found lots and lots of Heavenletters with reference to fairy tales, Cinderella, Cinderella’s carriage, the prince, frog prince, Hansel and Gretel,  wicked witch, wicked stepmother, Pied Piper, Open Sesame. I couldn’t find …continue reading

 I remember when all milk had cream on top. …continue reading

Naturally, I think a lot about Godwriting™, the process, and how it possibly came to me.  When I really think about it, I can’t quite believe it. Every morning for about twelve years, I have been receiving beautiful Heavenletters™, and still it hasn’t quite sunk in. That I actually Godwrite™ seems like one of the 7 Wonders of the World. Sometimes I think I am living in a fairy tale. …continue reading

The way Heaven Admin “tricked” me into drinking water,  reminds me once when I was about six or seven.

I had been sick and didn’t want to eat. In this case, it was fish. …continue reading

Here’s another story from Kiley Junior High School.

Mr. Brown was the head of English at Kiley Junior High School when I taught there. You remember that all the principal, Mr. Spring, knew about English teaching, he had learned from Mr. Brown, and this had not exactly made my way of teaching look good.

Mr. Brown was so old school, the kids and I found him a terror. …continue reading

Dear God, I really do want to know You deeply and completely. I feel like I know a lot about You. For once in my life, my ideas and thoughts and beliefs are not blocking me through their unexamined and gravely mistaken conclusions. What I lack is more …continue reading