Conversations with God

Talking to the Divine, I found out that I’m a chosen one. Yes, a chosen one.

Not a booming voice from on high, no dramatic sun breaking through clouds.

Instead, the quiet whisper of the dawn, a feeling deep inside my chest.

A gentle knowing, softly drawn into my awareness, where doubt held no power.

The Divine didn't point a cosmic finger, no celestial decree echoing across the universe.

Just the subtle lingering of a thought, uniquely for me.

The Divine spoke of purpose, intricate and vast, a single thread within a complex weave.

A small fragment meant to endure, a fundamental reason to believe in something more.

I questioned then, with human fear gripping my throat. "But surely there's some mistake?

I stumble through days, falter at every turn, often shed a tear. For goodness gracious sake!"

And in the rustling of the leaves outside my window, a profound comfort began to settle.

The Divine communicated, "The chosen are not exempt from life's inevitable offense."

"Your cracks, My child, are precisely where the light finds passage to ignite your inner being.

The strength you gather in each struggle becomes a powerful testament to your inherent might.

The choosing isn't about flawless grace, a permanent elevation to some untouchable pedestal.

It is a tender embrace of your time and space within existence, held gently in My essence."

We spoke of love, an immeasurable sea, where every single soul possesses the capacity to swim freely.

Of empathy, a wild and untamed force, that naturally binds us together, spirit to spirit, essence to essence.

The Divine revealed beauty in the insignificant details, the solitary dewdrop clinging to a sharp thorn.

The universal rhythm of rise and fall, the continuous cycle of life perpetually being born anew.

I asked about the pervasive pain I witness, the deep shadows and the relentless strife.

The Divine answered with unwavering serenity, "It is an intrinsic part of this endless, unfolding life.

A stark contrast, a necessary somber hue, intentionally designed to make the brilliant moments even clearer.

Each challenge a lesson learned, every hardship a journey through, ultimately dispelling the crippling grip of doubt and fear."

And as the twilight gradually bloomed across the horizon, painting the vast sky with vibrant fire,

I felt a profound peace settle within the quiet room, gently lifting my weary spirit ever higher.

No longer burdened by the persistent weight of feeling insignificant and utterly lost in the immensity.

I began to truly understand my destined state, regardless of the immediate earthly cost or perceived limitations.

For in those quiet, intimate talks we shared, beneath the silent watch of the sun and moon,

I came to realize that "chosen" is not a condemnation, but a tender, hopeful melody.

A quiet call to consistent kindness, unwavering truth, and boundless grace, to actively play my unique part in the grand design.

To discover my own inherent beauty within this fleeting existence, and to listen intently with the deepest chambers of my heart.

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