Little Nancy

Dear Jasmine,

Here is a little story I made up to help you understand how you and I are related:

One very clear, starry night a small child, called Nancy , asked her mother how her small eyes could ever see God.

Her mother replied, “Come with me, Nancy, outside and let us look up at the sky.” This they eagerly did.

“What do you see?” her mother asked.

Nancy replied, “I see a lot of stars that are so bright they all seem to be one star. They light up the whole sky.”

“Is this Heaven? Nancy asked.

“Yes it is.” Her Mother replied.

“But where do your eyes put this heaven?”

Nancy thought for an instant and blurted out,”Inside me!”

“Yes,” responded her mother, “Your small eyes brought all of heaven into you.”

She continued, “Do your eyes seem small now?”

“No,” replied Nancy , my eyes must be as big as Heaven.”

They hugged and happily went back into their home, bringing all of Heaven with them

“Be talking again with you tomorrow.

Till then, see you in Heaven.”

God

Little Nancy Plays with God

Little Nancy Plays with God


She reaches for the stars to pull them in.
They say no, no, “That’s not a win.”
Instead they pull her out
They want to play her all about.

In and out, out and in,
Between and through
Over and under
So much to do.

She laughs with glee.
So much to see
The stars are sparkling, gleaming lights.
But what is this?
In what’s not seen there’s more delight.

There’s something in between
that tickles her and makes her scream.
I got you now she hollers.
You’ve been hiding between the stars and flowers.

I know you now
Don’t take a bow
Because I too can love what’s
In between my friendly stars , my friendly flowers.
I see you sowing love between and making tickling joys,
I too love these many ways and things we play
in our heavenly box of toys .

Michael

day for day dreaming

Dear Jasmine,

Today is a day for day dreaming. I mean dreaming with your eyes open. I mean imaginatively creating what you would like your life to be. Drink in your dreams with joy.. Relish them. Savor them. Taste delightfully the texture of your dreams.

This is the stuff of which your future is made. You may dream of a pretty red dress and get a blue one or no dress at all, but so what.. The dream was fun was it not. Everything you see, hear, smell, taste, experience in your world has been dreamed up by you. You may not remember dreaming it up but I assure you, you did.

Now if something shows up that you don’t like, don’t sweat it, you can change the dream to one you like by just seeing things differently. And you can choose a different dream if you like. So, be a dreamer of humongous dreams, dreams that make your head spin, dreams that delight you to no end. And remember this, I will always be here for you when you get tired of dreaming and just want to create new worlds with Me. This is even greater fun than dreaming.

See you in your dreams,
God