Dear Hearts, March 12, 2026
What do you do when you realize, finally, that God loves you?
What do you say to Grandpoppi Adoration?
After all the years you asked for faith to really, really, really
believe that One cares for you,
but you recognize some part of your heart never believed
Love to be true, or possibly not to be completely loving, or that
Love could be trustworthy.
You feel the blade of self-doubt and wonder that you could have abandoned the Companion who walked with you all the years of your life, until this moment, when you crash into a wave of colossal beneficence and smash your victim scripts against a wall of light.
There is pain and shame in seeing it, when Love suddenly appears as unrelenting goodness, but not just good now. You understand a redemptive order within the events of a lifetime. What you judged horrible and wished never to happen and what you thought awesome and hoped never to forget, pass through the same portal, the Eye of Christ. There they fall onto a threshing floor in which all the contrasts, the marvelous and horrendous become universally meaningful.
This wakening sees life’s experiences according to true purpose. All of them enfolded into Love’s intent, meant to bring me home, to fulfill God’s devotion to creation. All of them begin to look the same, part of the architecture of a Builder Who turns my ups and downs into a bridge of ever-expansive consciousness. a path which S/He walks with me, often carrying my enfeebled sense of self. The walk and the Walkers become beautiful, holy, true.
What is required is my willingness to admit,
I do not know what anything is for. (ACIM, W-25) I do not know what anything, including this, means. ⁸ (ACIM, T-14.XI.6:7-8)I do not know where I am going, who I am, or what it is I do. (ACIM, W-224.2:2)
How difficult it is to give up the sense of being the expert who knows who I am and therefore can judge the doings of my life. Zen teacher Shunryu Suzuki suggests a willingness to leave who I believe I am for the birthing wonder that inquires, what am I? The answer to that curiosity brings an expression of my true nature, the Divine within.
What did I do when I realized that God loves me?
I went down on my knees, not capable of praying, unable to say anything thoughtful, the proof of it evident.
I laughed and leapt into a dervish of expressions seeking only to capture the Beloved in my arms.
I stopped, sat stock-still my heart pulsing with Love to give the Beneficient in Whom I receive everything.
The abode of our relationship was illumined, within it the glow of Life shared, made manifest, seen as Our Life;
that perfection an amazement I cannot hold.
I write about it as if it could be told. It cannot.
Ever Love,
MaryBeth