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"Each day you awake is a miracle, and all that befalls is a shower from Heaven. I would say that My whole creation is a miracle. It is no less a miracle that seas stay together than that they part."
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"You are a delightful toast I raise to Myself. I raise My glass so high that no one misses the sight of it, and all clink their cups with Mine. This is a unique toast We make. We clink stars. We clink the Sun and the Moon. We clink to Our Impermeable Oneness. To Our Oneness."
Today's Heavenletter
In My Father's House
There are no quandaries. Your mind decides there are. Your mind decides you are in a pickle. Let your mind decide rather that you are in a miracle. Whatever is going on, you are in the midst of life! To think of it, you are ordained to live life in the world and make it a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Enough of the concept of quandary. Quandary is short-sided vision. It is almost no vision at all.
Heavenletter News and A Beautiful Story
The Story of the Farmer and the Hat

The ways God can appear are limitless. Through other people is one of them. Here’s a true story:
A farmer at our local Farmer’s Market had a blanket laid out on the ground, filled with wonderful vegetables, some in baskets, some just in piles.
I held up a giant zucchini, and I asked him how much.
The man smiled and said, "It's by the hat. It's the hat method." I didn’t know what he was talking about.
He pointed to a big old farmer's type hat, filled with dollar bills, that sat on the edge of the blanket. “You just put in what feels right to you,” he said.
"Give me an idea," I said.
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