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Sep 2015
I ask you to hear me when I speak. Not only to listen, but to understand. My child, you are always so eager and ready to tell me what you want- and this is good; I love to hear from you and I will always listen to you. Sometimes you ask for something and I give it to you. Sometimes I make you wait or I don't give you what you wanted. You become upset or angry at me for not giving you what you want. You want me to speak to you in a loud or clear way. You must understand child that I love you too much to interrupt. I often speak in stillness and quiet. Do you know what I want? I want you to be patient: to listen. I want you to be open. I want you to trust me. I want you to just be present. I want YOU. To hear me speak all I want is for you to be quiet, open, and present in this time and this place, in the Here and Now. That is where I am. I am not a God of the past: as on Easter morning outside the tomb. Mary Magdalene was looking for me in the past, but I wasn't there. I am alive. I am not a God of the future either: do not look for me in your tomorrows. You don't know if that tomorrow will come for you. Tomorrow might be too late. I am a God of the present, a God of life, a Gift given to you each today. Be still and know that I am God. Remember Child, I love you. Just be Present to me and I will present myself to you!

Forever Yours,
God =)
Written by
showyoulove  34/M/Illinois, United States
(34/M/Illinois, United States)   
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