Lesson 224: God is my Father, and He loves me

Sometimes, just sometimes, something whispers inside us: “This is true.”

Not because we figured it out.

Not because we want to believe it.

But because something becomes so still within us that we dare to know.

God loves me.

And then…

Our mind takes a quick detour into the alley of doubt.

Because how do you really know that?

What do you feel exactly?

Where’s that warm proof, that soothing light, that deep comfort you thought you’d find?

We study, read, practice…sometimes for years…and still, it often feels like we’re doing it “our way” again.

Our way usually means: control.

Our way means: a bit of love, but only under certain conditions.

Our way is: ticking spiritual boxes and hoping something shifts inside.

And then a lesson like this shows up. One of those big simple truths.

Not complex. Not philosophical. Just:

God is my Father.

And He loves me.

So what do we do with that?

We say: yes, but…

We analyze it, compare it to past experiences, line it up against people who once said they loved us but didn’t really mean it.

We keep it in our heads, because our hearts still don’t fully trust it.

Why don’t I just give that love back?

Why do I hold on to it, as if sharing it might make it disappear?

Why is it easier to think about love than to simply be in it?

Maybe… we’re afraid it’s real.

Because if it’s real, then everything we thought we were might fall apart.

There’s no more “me versus the world.” There’s only Oneness.

But today, we can soften.

Today, we can admit we don’t always feel it

and maybe that’s exactly what opens the door.

Today, we can say: I want to receive it, Father.

And in receiving, I return it.

Like a child curling up in the arms of a parent who always knew them.

Not to understand anything.

Just to be home.

That’s what Lesson 224 is for me today.

Maybe for you too?

With love and light,

G.