The Grace of Imagination

You probably imagine that, as a Godwriter™, I make my bed first thing in the morning and come down to a rather celestial office. If not celestial, at least an immaculate office filled with vases of flowers, candles lit and incense burning.

You probably imagine that I am dressed in silk and flow down the stairs, my hair in perfect place.

You probably imagine that I hear only the sweet singing of birds and never hear traffic go by.

You probably imagine that I sit down serenely, and that then, my fingers light up and God’s words spill out as quickly and as splendidly as gum balls from a gum ball machine.

People, especially Heavenreaders, need to be allowed to keep their illusions.

Except for God, what do we have but illusion?

The great thing is that God is everywhere and can do anything. He is Great. He can even dictate Heavenletters no matter what. He requires nothing. He is content everywhere with everything.

Posted by Gloria on June 27th, 2008 under these topics
Heaven Letters, Godwriting Journal

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Reply from One on June 27, 2008

“…as splendidly as gum balls from a gum ball machine.”

Senora! Where did that come from. It’s awesome. I love it. I like the blue ones.

One Love

Reply from Gloria on June 27, 2008

Sometimes, as you know, Godwritng is just like that, but not always! I shall remember blue gum balls for you, although I thought that yellow ones like the sun might be the ones for you!

Reply from Beverly Herman on June 28, 2008

Illusion? What illusion? I’ve seen your heavenly home. I picture you floating down the stairs in your celestial silks with dear little birds at your shoulders singing sweetly. They lift your sleeves and raise your hands to your keyboard as your fingers light up and God’s words stream forth and tap the keyboard. Birds open your windows and the flowers and tiny bees join them in heavenly fragrant song. The splendid trees in your yard shake and shimmer joyfully. Golden knowledge-of-life-and-love-emitting waves pour forth through your windows and cover the world. God smiles, “well done Gloria, my precious little donkey.” The birds in your kitchen rejoice and bring you the breakfast tray angels have prepared for you. The sun is rising. Another lovely day in the life of Gloria has begun.

Reply from Gloria on June 28, 2008

Beloved Bev, you are quite a realist! To say nothing of your sense of humor! I loved it! If you wish me to continue in this mode of the birds and breakfast tray, you will have to post much more often.

Reply from Pam (fortheloveofGodde) on June 28, 2008

Oh my … I do love how Beverly affirms your blog! I’m going to have to adjust my morning routine! I had not thought of the impression I must make to the universe as I stumble out of the bedroom in my ratty (but oh-so-comfortable robe)and major case of bedhead (I avoid looking in the mirror first thing) to pour a cup of coffee and enjoy my Heavenletters.

Can’t you just see it now? All your wonderful Heavenreaders in silks and satins (I picture us all dressed like in movies from the 30s & 40s). And everyone with one of those way-fun gumball machines at hand filled with everyone’s favorite color of gumball.

Reply from Gloria on June 29, 2008

Each of us with our own gumball machine!

Pam, when you described yourself, are you sure you weren’t seeing me in the mirror?

I can’t seem to keep it to myself any longer. Here is the more literal version of my mornings:

You don’t want to know about a bleary-eyed Godwriter™ with hair askew stumbling down the stairs in the wee hours of the morning in a circa 1970 nightgown in need of repair, stepping over cords and other things to get to her desk piled high with God knows what, but including sunglasses, three mugs of pens and pencils and one crochet hook, three headsets recently found, a bottle of lavender aroma oil, a bottle of drinking water, three additional bottle caps from previous bottles of water, paper piles, a container of gold spray paint, a digital camera, a non-working printer, a stapler, a box of staples, the broken-off base of a Tiki statue, a can of gold spray paint, a laptop and other sundry items too numerous to mention.

If you did know and raised an eyebrow, the Godwriter would probably say, “These are the spoils of decluttering.” She would say that with a straight face, yet knowing full well, that this was not altogether true, for most of the clutter had been there long before decluttering had been thought of.

Reply from One on June 29, 2008

I love Beverly’s creation and the how you describe it Senora, just as much. The birds, angels and the circa 1970 nightgown. The observer is most delighted by the variety that is available, bed head and all Pam!

One Love

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