Chuck’s question to God and God’s answer
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 of a communion and sharing with You.
I see You in much of the beauty in the world. I see You in the beautiful children and some wonderful, loving people I see every day. When I see people who seem to me to be less than loving, I am beginning to look beyond my previous condemnation and at least intellectually see them as caught up in ignorance and folly.
What I would really like to know is how to talk to you and know you are talking back in Your words. When I hear in my mind what seems like Your wisdom after I ask You a question, I am always evaluating to see if it is really Your words I am sensing, and this seems to short-circuit the process.
Is it better to continue to write down my questions and what seems to be Your answers or can I better learn to ask You in prayer and listen for Your response? What did Jesus hear from You? How did he know Your will? Did You talk to him in words and could he clearly sense the difference between his own words and Yours?
Just how do I know for sure what is Your Will and what is my limited desires?
I love You and I know You will answer.
God to Chuck:
Beloved Son,
It would seem that you do have to stop evaluating. As you write and sense My words, greet them. Accept them.
Do My answers give you a sense of ease? That’s wonderful. But even that is not essential for you to be hearing Me.
Do My words rush out to you? Lovely, but that is also not a necessity.
Beloved Chuck, when you write to Me and hear from Me, you are going into uncharted territory. There is no map.
Let the answers you receive do their own kneading you. Do not second-guess.
There is no definitive answer for you. I, Myself, am indefinable.
Let Me tell you something. It is enough that you intend to hear from Me. Be glad of your intention.
Let Me ask you something. Do the questions you write – are they always from you?
Beloved Chuck, if someone gives you a million dollars, take it. Don’t quibble with questions about where it came from and all that. What is it really that you have to know. Take what you get and run with it.
Otherwise, you do short-circuit the process. But don’t worry about that either. You sat down with Me. What matters so much when you have taken that step to Me?
Perhaps you would like me to give you a certificate. What could ever prove My Presence to you? I give you the sun and the moon. You see them. Surely you can hear My words.
It is not exactly My words you hear. You hear a vibration. And so easily a translating gene picks up the vibration in your language. I talk to you just before language. That is how someone can hear me in English and in French and any language you name.
Christ had more trust in Me than you have. He also had more trust in himself. Christ knew that he and I were One. He had great capacity. You have that same capacity.
Christ did not haggle with himself. “Was this God? Who was it? How do I know?”
Christ’s every thought was: “How do I serve this Father of Mine?”
His will and My Will were the same. He knew no other will but Mine. He had surrendered himself to Me.
And sometimes, he wasn’t certain, and, still, he relied on Me.
It’s no big deal, Chuck. Whatever love and wisdom you can garner, garner it.
Beloved, you lack nothing. You have had great growth. You are stepping out into the Universe and strewing flowers of love. Great growth. Where did it come from, beloved, from you or Me? And what does it matter? It has come.
Take a Godwriting workshop when you can. The group will take you over the hump of questions.
And now I shake your hand, and now I tell you of My love for you and your love for Me.
God
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.

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