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Monjoronson: Tidal Wave Of Changes Is Upon Humanity |
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Urantia, June 2, 2013. © The 11:11 Progress
Group. Heavenletters™, bringing
Earth closer to Heaven. If you had only half a second of Earth time to jot down
something to Me, you wouldn’t spend illusory time thinking about what you would write. You would simply write! And you
might be surprised at what you write! Something would come from you. It would not have to be a complete sentence. It could
be anything it wanted to be. I say IT wanted to be -- the writing wanted to be -- not what you might have decided to make
of it. The writing would come. I tend to think that if I said to you: “Dear Child, write to Me and take as long
as you like,” you might ponder too much and, after a while, you might erase what you wrote because it was not good enough
to write to God about, that it had to be something to marvel at that you said to Me, that it had to be something you were
absolutely proud to say to Me. I suggest that you not ponder or think a lot about what you are typing to Me. Ask of
yourself to say simple things to Me. This is not some great or formal occasion. It is your heart simply talking to Mine. You
could write: “God, I love You.” You could write: “Here I am, God.” What you write could be anything
at all. It could be ordinary. What makes what you write powerful and energetic is that you, your fingers connected to your
heart, are typing a message from your heart to Me. How I welcome hearing from you! It means so much to Me to hear from you.
Even a word – “God.” Or, “God, this is me, Henry.” Or, “God, what are You thinking right
now? What is occurring to You?” At this time, as I give you a simple lesson in writing to Me, you are not asking
for anything from Me. Perhaps you are asking something of yourself in that you are telling Me something. It can be any style
you want. It can be: “God, come over here.” It can be: “God, lift me up.” It can be: “Hi,
God, how are You today?” It can be anything at all you are saying to Me. Asking Me to come closer is not asking anything
of Me but what I already do. You are not demanding a grand plea to Me or what you might call a prayer. You are talking
to God. You are making conversation with Me. We can say you are giving Me a simple greeting. Or perhaps you tell Me
what great thing happened to you today, or something you thought of. How about saying something to Me that could well make
you smile and Me too. Why not? You can be informal with Me. Who told you that you have to be very serious with Me and
all that? You can nudge Me with your elbow, so to speak. We can be ordinary friends taking a walk together down a country
lane, or We can be hanging out at the mall. Beloveds, there are no restrictions on Our friendship. We are friends for
life. Our friendship is assured. I see My light in you. There is no blocking the Truth of you from Me. We are in this adventure
together. Where you go, go I. Where I go, you come. We are like popcorn and salt. We go together. Like peanut butter
and bread. Like God on a walk with Himself and you, the Companion of My heart. |
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