In God’s love letter to me, he wrote:
Dear Dootsie (that’s my childhood nickname),
It’s the little girl inside of you who feels wounded and hurt. You’re trying to be helpful; you’re trying to do what is right. You are not a bad person, and you are not making mistakes or poor choices. You ARE trying to be responsible and responsive to other’s needs. Hard as it will be, this is something you need to push past. It’s over—lesson learned. Please use this time to do something to make yourself feel good about YOU again…something just for you, from you. That’s a true act of self-love, and I promise, the problems will melt away.
Love,
God.
And the problems did disappear just like God promised.
As I was on the brink of my fourth job change in 12 months I wrote to God:
My mind won’t quiet until I get still and listen. You are my voice of truth—it’s the one constant I can totally depend upon as consistent and unwavering. Armed with this awareness, I implore your divine mercy to speak to me through this pen and journal. Where should I be spending my efforts? How do I triumph over the hurdles that await me? What guidance and peace can you offer that will allow me to have a good night’s sleep?
Your curious daughter,
Judy
To which he replied:
Sweetest girl ,
You want magical answers that don’t exist. You want things clear and precise, yet that isn’t how things work. For my voice of truth and reason to penetrate your heart and soul, you must give up all control. Cast aside the fears and doubts. Do the impossible, the unthinkable, and make some waves. You can achieve all that I ask if you just let go.
I’ve had numerous job challenges in the past few years and am now in my fifth job change in 18 months because of restructuring. One morning, I was given this gift from God:
