Letters to God 2001

I stumbled across these letters sent to friends and family back in 2001. I’d love to hear your Dear God letter.

May 16th, 2001

Dear God,

I thought I’d drop you a line and tell You I was thinking about You, that I love You and thanks again for the ticket to ride. I hope this finds You in good health and spirits. I pray that the other kids are keeping in touch with You though I know when we lose touch You have ways of reaching out and reminding us.

It has been an awesome adventure, much more pleasant than I had anticipated what with the small thoughtful gestures You helped me to arrange ahead of time. Some of the spontaneous graces that I knew nothing about have absolutely saved my life on more than one occasion. I’ve just realized as I write that I rarely thanked You for saving my life in the moments when the actual saving took place. I also have a suspicion that I don’t know the half of it.

Some secrets that You left lying in plain view for me to discover, at times took and still takes a long time for me to see. Thanks loads for not giving me up for lost when I’m being wilful and obtuse, avoiding lessons, shirking responsibilities and the like.

Discovering the other day that you had an angel waiting in the wings for me when I was in dire need of just such a miracle, well, I’m hard pressed to express the joy that was mine. Strange too how You arrange so that these angel types look and act like human beings with regular names like Don and Claudette, even Steven. Feeling rich regardless of financial considerations happens on a regular basis, another of your Godsends.

Now that I’ve started this letter to You I can see where I’ve been delinquent in expressing my love for You. Here I am the outgoing, flamboyant, affectionate person sharing my love with everyone quite openly, even exuberantly. With my God, though I chose a more sedate expression, okay, get real, I was cold. Expressing love for God has been uncool for a long time, as You well know.

So here I am then to fess up to God. I LOVE GOD. How was that for understatement? Why doesn’t somebody ask me what I mean when I say I love God? Don’t everybody stick their hands up all at the same time. Other people playing hard to get doesn’t stop me the way it used to. You helped me again.

I’ve written You because I thought You might enjoy getting a letter in the mail as much as I do. My favourite saying when I get a letter is that it’s great to know that somebody loves me. I hope you enjoyed the reading as much as I enjoyed the writing. I’m looking forward to hearing from You again soon. You and all You children are in my thoughts and prayers.

Love Anne

June 13th 2001

Dear God,

I just realized that I needed to touch base with You again to share my latest discoveries. Let me begin with my heartfelt gratitude for Your assistance this weekend. I know Your hand was behind the comfort we experienced. I couldn’t have planned it nearly as well. Again You bring home to me the point that it is the small things You thought of to maximize our trip that proved, with after thought, to have been the most poignant and precious. If teaching by example is the most efficient I’m overjoyed to have a Master like You on the role modeling for me.

I pray all my fellow passengers, Your children one and all are able to feel Your Light and Love shining upon them. I celebrate that I feel Your presence in my day to day life. I understood from Your example this weekend that the small things change the world in miraculous ways. I write you to share my inner world, my prayers, acknowledge Your Presence, and share the joy You lend.

A sense of mission has haunted me since I can remember. I haven’t wanted to believe that You, the Great Spirit really wanted me to act as one of Your voices. I ask You to help me when I realized how much I feared manifesting Your Light. I asked you to gently nudge me in ways that would assist me in letting fo of those self imposed limitations. Lo and behold I’m writing You letter before I see how to fulfill my mission. Who but You would have thought of such a thing.

I had thought this them had been worked to death by now. How though can that be true when I know we live in a time that requires us to stand in relationship to Great Spirit as individuals, not as members of groups or tribes. Everyone has a letter to God that they could write and that still would leave room for more writing about and to God. The Subject is inexhaustible, being the Source of All.

Knowing and feeling myself as one of Your works in progress has created a sense of place in this universe. If it is possible to share the joy by writing letters to God, so be it my complete pleasure.

When saving the world starts with saving myself the task takes on an aspect I’ve come to see as God’s sense of humor, Your pleasure in the paradox.

Love
Anne