Notebooks from the Past
Yesterday I took most of the notebooks I used to Godwrite™ in and put them in the trash pick up. There is no going back now.
It sounds so awful, putting Godwriting™ notebooks in the trash, but it wasn’t so awful. Remember, God told me to go ahead and do it. It felt freeing actually. Not that it was all easy to do. I kept having that feeling: “What if something marvelous is in this notebook and I throw it away?”
Then I would see the thick dust on the notebooks, and it was easier to part with them.
Now it occurs to me that I should have had some kind of ceremony, lit a candle or something, but I didn’t think of it at the time. Maybe I should always be lighting a candle in tribute to God. I will go light one now. I will feel bad if I don’t.
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I made some discoveries. Godwriting itself started earlier than I had remembered. 1997. Published Heavenletters started in 1998. I noticed that it was a couple of years before I started Godwriting in purple ink!
Every word of God’s I glanced over was wonderful. It would seem that what God says to us is beautiful whether we’re Godwriting for the first time or eleven years later. God is consistently remarkable and simple.
It is hard for me to believe that I have been Godwriting every day for eleven years. Really and truly, the actual experience of Godwriting itself is timeless. Godwriting is definitely time-out, no connection to time whatsoever. Even though I can say a Godwriting took twenty or thirty minutes, the experience itself – or rather, the non-experience itself – is out of time. Even though I know exactly the chair I’m sitting in, even though I am aware of everything and definitely not out of my body, I am nevertheless not in space.
Even though it seems ordinary for me now to sit and Godwrite, even though I may not always be feeling the great wonder and awe of Godwriting, even though my eyes can look out at the daffodils blooming and I am well aware of typing and my mind is not always focused the way I think it should be – even so, I am listening to God, and my fingers type. Godwriting is a very earthly and unearthly experience at the same time. Ordinary and extraordinary. Personal and universal.
I still don’t quite believe it is my fingers that type Heavenletters.
I would love to know what everyone else’s experiences of Godwriting are like. Please tell us.
Just yesterday, in my personal Godwriting, I told God about parting with the notebooks. I expressed my surprise at having been Godwriting back in 1997. What God says to one, I do believe He is really saying to all:
Gloria to God:
God, I discovered I have been Godwriting since January 1997.God:
Gloria, you have been Godwriting all your life. You had no recognition of it, but you were. You don’t recall seeking Me either, and yet you were always seeking Me, looking for Me, wanting Me. You were unaware, beloved, yet you were scurrying for Me. Aren’t you glad you were?Gloria:
Very glad. Very glad I found You – or You found me.
God:
It is the same thing, beloved. There is no difference.
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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