Creation’s gentleness is all I see.
9-22-2026
Through Love I see a gentle world.
“Let no appearance of my “sins” obscure the light of Heaven shining on the world.” [CE W-265.1:6]
My notes for lesson 264 come to mind. With … continue reading
Through Love I see a gentle world.
“Let no appearance of my “sins” obscure the light of Heaven shining on the world.” [CE W-265.1:6]
My notes for lesson 264 come to mind. With … continue reading
Love holds me.
“There is no source but this, and nothing is that does not share its holiness; that stands beyond Your one creation or without the love which holds … continue reading
“And would I look upon what You created as if it could be made sinful?” [CE W-263.1:2]
How can I look at this differently?
This lesson title says to me … continue reading
ALL comes from the same Source.
“For he is part of me and I of him, and we are part of You Who are our Source, eternally united in Your love, eternally … continue reading
In God, I am safe.
“I live in God. In Him I find my refuge and my strength.” [CE W-261.1:4-5]
I had a dream that disturbed me. It woke me up and my … continue reading
My true Self is constant.
“Now is our Source remembered, and therein we find our true identity at last.” [CE W-260.2:1]
In the first line of the prayer, I questioned the line ‘I … continue reading
“Father, I would not be insane today.” [CE W-259.2:1]
I release the insanity.
I will to have Love guide me, always. I trust in God. This, I find, is the … continue reading
Be with me, always.
“What could we want but to remember You? What could we seek but our identity?” [CE W-258.2:3-4]
How sad that I went so many years of … continue reading
Forgiveness is my purpose.
“Father, forgiveness is Your chosen means for our salvation.” [CE W-257.2:1]
As I go through my day, my mind brings up thoughts that ‘he should do this’ … continue reading
I choose Love.
“The way to God is through forgiveness here.” [CE W-256.1:1]
Here, in this world, I live distracted by all of the sensory stuff influencing my body and … continue reading