the last word
We can say that you are the fingers of My hand, for you are My thought extended. In another sense We can say there are no fingers, there is no hand. There is only the heart of God. And you are it.
The skirmishes of anxiety that you feel are tremblings of Our love. Even anxiety feels love, faintly as if in the distance, or it would not be dismayed. How can you not be dismayed if you imagine that love is on the rim and you are empty within? But, of course, you cannot be empty of love. Nothing can pre-empt love. Your mind, however, can make up stories, sometimes very convincing.
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In your heretofore ordinary life, all that which seems to exist around you is made up of your thoughts. Your thoughts talk a lot while your heart keeps mum. But it is your heart that has the last word, and the word is love.
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I can hardly believe it. In Heavenletter #2582, The Lock and the Key, is the silent prayer of my life, word for word:
"Look, God....." This Heaven Letter sounds to me like the last word. But if I look closely, does not Heaven Letter #1 sound like the last word too? In retrospect, it does. In retrospect, it even seems to me that all I will ever need is one sentence: "You came with nothing but Me."