Heavenletters

As someone who tends to point out human dilemmas, hoping it's not construed as being negative, I sometimes wonder why God does not seem to want to address them directly and comprehensively Himself except in an occasional remark here, a question there, only intimating He knows, but leaving me in doubt.

But here it is, all of it:
 

Somehow you thought you were a lost strand of Me, a dropped stitch, floating out somewhere in the limberlost without chance of being picked up and returned. Is that not so? Is that not what you have felt?

You have felt abandoned out there on Earth and that somehow you were to muster responsibility for being out there all by yourself, that it was your fault that God dropped you at the same time you had to accept blame for not loving a God Who would drop you down so far away. That is the tug of your feelings for Me. Yes and no. Back and forth. Subtle resentment, subtle wanderings. Your natural adoration flanges out in mixed feelings. Somehow you are to love Me Who held you at arm's length. Somehow you are to love Me Who let you fall. Somehow you are to believe in yourself even though you feel dropped, rudderless and unlovable and unbelieved in.

It makes no sense to you. On trust, you are supposed to accept that you and I are still close when all the evidence points to your exclusion. You are tired of hearing that you have excluded yourself. You know you wouldn't do that. And yet you see yourself as separate. And yet I tell you that you are not, that it is only a mistake of your perception. "What a story!" you think; what a fool you would be to trust in something or someone so unattainable to you, unattainable particularly in the moments when you seem to need Him most.

 
And how much credibility this down-to-earth statement of facts lends do the rest or this Heavenly Letter. Can't read it slowly enough.