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The Grace of Love
Heavenletter #6493 Published on: November 5, 2018
God said:
Beloved, someday life will be simpler when you speak more from the depth and height of the speech when you Godwrite without the necessity of the touchstone of surface speech. Speech, as it is known on Earth, is made of many gradations. Let's have simple uncluttered speech deeper than the way the world tosses off speech.

Speech in the world is like trying to describe a color. A color is this shade without so many of these overtones and that undertone. There is a name for this color, yet many tries at it may occur before you can locate the color's name. There is no God Dictionary wherein a word is exactly what it means to say. How am I, even God, able to describe how beautiful your eyes look like to Me?

With words, we are like sculptors. Our fingers can tell to the touch, yet comparisons are rife. How high is high? How soft is soft? How tall can ivy climb? What is meant by yay big? How tall is the sky? What does this mean and that mean? In a paint store, there may be a number that enacts an exact color and tone, yet a number isn’t the same as a name.

Names fly in and out of hearts. Prisoners may be called numbers. Names and numbers just aren’t the same. A number may be precise yet doesn't compare to “Beloved.”

In the grandest garden, there is still weeding to be done. Weeding is precision-based. You love your garden, and you wish to give your garden all the goodness it deserves, yet your knees are sore from kneeling. There is upkeep. You may have to sweep the steps.

Nature itself removes the leaves from trees for you. Eventually, even snow will melt mostly. Meanwhile, you may have to shovel or tamp the snow.

What is this idea of work? To an artist, his work is play. The same can be said for a composer. What is this dividing line between work and play and red and pink? How essential is it for man to speak and express that for which he has no words and yet go so deep.

Life wants to be expressed.

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Thrive
Heavenletter #6492 Published on: November 4, 2018
God said:
Beloved, kindly turn the tide of your attention to what gives you joy and also gives joy to the world. Keep in mind what gives you joy. Pull the shades up this morning. Lift up the world. Arise.

All the wrongs in the world are for you to let go of. All of them. The sun rises, and so do you. What is that old song about what is the use of worrying and keeping that old kit bag? Today is the day to let go of the past. No kit bags for you, for there is no use in carrying them whatsoever. Be a good news bear!

Every day the sun rises. Rise with the sun. Something glorious is going on in the world. And just so are you to rise. Have a clarion call for joy.

Pan for the gold! Raise your head and arise. The sun does shine. Call the sun to shine on all.

Better than tossing out your troubles, become a juggler of joy. What would give you joy today? Toss it up right now. Off with the old, and on with the new. What is precious for you or precious for anyone else, bring it on. You have some say in your day. Call today to you. Raise your sights. Hallelujah! There is a treasure for you today.

At the least, polish your new belt buckle. Sweep the porch. Water the flowers. Sprinkle attention on the world as you desire. Contemplate joy. Make joy. Right now is the perfect time.

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