I speak of your thoughts
Beloveds, when you walk through the fields of life, don’t send mine detectors out in front of you to prevent life. The mine detectors are the trap. Beloveds, let not “Caution above all” be your theme song.
If you are going to spend your life playing the odds, you stack the odds against yourself. Frantic thoughts countermand your life. The art of playing the odds often prevents you from betting.
Your fear thoughts rage: “Wear a coat, or you’ll catch cold. Don’t smoke. Don’t be early. Don’t be late. Watch out for germs. Don’t talk to strangers. Be careful. Above all, be careful.”
What do all the preventions prevent but life?


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WOW, I can't tell you the joy -- and the fear -- I feel reading Heavenletters.
Joy because I am awed that all is well and that I can feel God’s love.
Fear, because I’m kind of afraid to feel the joy, like it may go away. or I may go away.
I thank God for this moment of peacefulness.