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Figures scattered across the world sat, thought, wrote, prayed, listened, wrote again. The process sent vibrations of love throughout creation. The concentration of praise and devotion rippled through the heavens. Whispers of thought shimmered in the presence of the Holy Spirit. The Almighty breathed His acceptance.
“At last, the ones You created in Your image have presented a gift meritorious of Your design.”
I enjoy the efforts my children attempt in reaching out to Me, angel.
“They are Your creation. If only they would tap Your power consistently.”
Angel, be careful that you do not speak too brazenly of things unknown to you. These are my children. They experience emotions and matters of existence which are not part of your essence.
“I praise your Omnipotence and Mercy, Lord. I seek to understand so that I may more fully serve You.”
Then understand this, angel, this community was brought together through My plan alone. My children have united to exalt Me and have used resources which ages before, in their time frame, could not have even been imagined. I take delight in the accomplishments reached generation to generation throughout My movement of time. My hands have been stretched beyond single homes, villages, cities, even continents, to wrap my arms around their world through their unity in thought. They connect with one purpose – to grow in belief and understanding of who I Am and to share Me across all hindrances. It is a worthy gift they offer me.
“Even when they bicker and disagree among themselves?”
Again, I warn you of your lack of understanding. Bickering and disagreement is, also, part of their growth which leads to their calling out to Me, which I in turn can use to garner their maturity. Take notice that much of their growth comes from their experiencing other cultures, traditions, and processes of worship which they are able to gain through the reading of writings shared within this community. I am praised.
Calls of “Praise and Glory to the Almighty,” soared through the heavens.
“They seem especially centered on Your presence during this season they refer to as ‘Christmas’.”
They do this in remembrance of my taking their physical life form; the Son whom I sent to make propitiation, and become the final sacrifice to bring them to Me for all eternity.”
A chanting occurred throughout the cosmos. “The Son. The Way. The Truth. The Life.”
“They write all the while of the cycle of their planet’s turning, Almighty. Are these writings, also, gifts to You?”
Indeed, angel, all things which pour from their lives while allowing Me to rule their souls are each and every thing a gift unto Me.
“Glory to the Holy One. Glory to the Lord God, Almighty,” surrounded His presence.
The Archangel, Michael, approached bowing his frame, his ethereal wings respectfully folded, “Most Holy God, I bring report. The guardians who were appointed by Your magnificent Grace for the watch care of these you love have reported that many of those who write of you are harassed by grievous hurts. Their writings reach many hearts in espousing comfort and hope to those experiencing equal discomfort. Even more report items which offer praise and adoration in varied circumstances. These offerings from their hearts become more numerous with the passing of time. Your perfect design continues to fruition. The gift of writing which You bestowed…”
…is offered back as heart gifts to Me. His pleasure lightened the darkest reaches of the universe.
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