My Father in Heaven

I know God as my Father, my Father in heaven. I feel the warmth and safety of His Love. I hear His guiding and encouraging Words. There is no greater title than “Father” or “Mother” for God for me. It signifies a very personal relationship, a two way street of sort, an open channel of communication.

I speak, I listen, and I hear. I cry and I am comforted. I am guided. I obey. I am given responsibilities. I am given lessons. I am rewarded for my work. I grow in faith. I grow in love. I rise up a better being, one in being with my Father. As I mature in my love for my Father, I become more and more of His Nature. His ways are my ways. My load is lightened.

Heaven is the womb of God from which one’s soul is birthed and that to which it returns. Your body is an earthly treasure made just for you, for your earthly journey. Dust to dust. It is not risen up.

What is this feeling I have? From where does this come? Whose voice do I hear comforting me, loving me, guiding me? Is it you, my Father?

I love you too much for words!

My Father who art in Heaven? Don Brown is it you? It certainly feels like your love. Who else could it be without skin on that loves me so much? Is it you God calling my name? Or are you one in spirit, are you now the same?

Excerpted from the book Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente