"We are connected by golden threads of thought, and as you think and as you move, you weave Me across the universe."
Our way is paved with gold. Our light makes Our path golden. We are walking the high road. The low road is illusion anyway.
The letters from God are my first thought in the morning, my constant company during the day, my bread, my breath, my light and so much more. I read and read them again, I cry with them, I laugh with them, I keep expanding my vision. I have no words to thank you. God is teaching me to fly!