By: Joseph Rich
Dear God,
It is late at night on Earth as I write, early in the morning in heaven.
I am so thankful with every small shift within that a new door opens, and more light enters, the door remaining nailed wide open through your grace and abiding love. I thank you that my mind is whole, and I can overcome every self-imposed barrier, thankful within your love; I am accepted able to give totally, with no boundaries nor exceptions. I am grateful your love can never be transformed, but that I always can be. It is your will that I be free and not imprisoned, and well not sick. Thank you for finding me blameless without fear and filled with light.
You constantly prove you are the whole of which I am a part. I see that you are deeply involved in helping me, which explains why there is no fear present with you. How mistaken I thought I could hide parts of me from you and others. Everyone can see… it is our inheritance.
Tomorrow shall come, but I shall not devalue it by leaving this moment— your presence, which fills this room, which fills me. My happiness requires my attention to the present and presence of your abiding love. Though not a religionist, often I have felt guilty of the unnamed sin. Religion is not necessary to suffer. I have made new choices determining new beliefs and outcomes. My identity is turned more to you than to my past or that of others. I sense your mind communicates to me, through me, through others, and my inner child confirms it.
I have noticed the minds around me healing as my own has. I am choosing to give up my need to change others and watch my resentments and pride fall away like melting snow. The children young and old can see our hearts. The young children are unimpeded by formal teaching. The “older” kids letting loose those teachings.
By your grace, my closets of the mask are being sold at the garage sales. The labels on my clothes mean little and the labels on others even less, and I accept you have chosen me into your house. My world has many beautiful colors and faces; people have beautiful lights about them.
Where I wonder has all the competition gone, the need to be autonomous and in control? The brief moments of your presence are beginning to become longer now. The betrayals have become opportunities to extend your love again. I hear your still small voice, because I am listening now, again. I am entering your new phase of healing and unfolding leaving both no and yes to loves guidance. I am unifying myself… every aspect of myself within thee in a more consistent way I pray. I still myself… I expect to receive.
Your form of teaching is always understandable to me and comes at the right time. I didn’t recognize that at first. All these people, these events, my work, are towards my good. The world is conspiring to help me, informing me gently. My inability to understand before was just my resistance.
So, thank you, Lord. Thank you, “Father-Mother” God for having the eyes to see myself reflected in the people that you send me. To help me see what I need to work on in them, or how far I have progressed in them. Thank you for being able to listen, learn and see them as my true teachers each full of wisdom to offer me, so we may mutually reflect and learn the lessons of love. It is far easier together than apart.
Help me to rely on your inner voice for direction, to allay my fears with truth and peace. Help me to continue to extend and see that only my perception needs changing. Let me continue in remembrance of my true inheritance and each instant choose love in place of fear. Thank you, for seeing myself as guiltless composed of your thoughts of me. Thank you, for helping me remember my reality is in you and cannot be threatened to offer the peace I am given, the knowledge that is true.
May separation disappear the real by forgiveness come forth. Gently encourage me, oh my loving Father, to reflect the form of Christ. To see from his eyes. To witness from his truth. To include this humble self in his innocence and turn from judgments. Help me Lord, to be happy in preferring thee to rightness, consulting love in preference to fear, and to see each person as giving love or calling for love.
Amen,
Joseph of Arcadia
