Late summer last year I was laying on the couch deciding on whether to get up or not. I sleep on the couch almost all of the time now. It's in the basement where I ended up after all of the dogs crowded me out of the bed with my wife. All of the sudden I felt a loving presence. Or should I say a presence of two I think but they spoke as one. I had a big smile on my face and I asked them "When Lord? When?". I was told "Soon, Soon..." with one voice and it was over. I ran upstairs like a little kid (60 year old kid). I told my wife God is coming to fix things soon. I was over enthusiastically happy for a while that morning. God's coming, God's coming. It's all finally all going to be OK. That was late last summer and after my wife's reaction I was hesitant to post it here. I'm usually an anal retentive perfectionist. An ahole on most occasions. Part of working as a Network/Systems Administrator most of my professional life. I'm posting now because I've had a feeling/thought here for a couple days. It has to do with love. We have to believe in love. We have to become love. We have to transmit it like a beacon and infuse everything with love. The thought is persistent, pressing me. I keep thinking "How am I going to do that? How can I change my entire life's experiences to become that?". But maybe I don't have to do anything. Maybe God is going to do that for me. Maybe he's going to do that for us.
In heaven there’s no longer faith or hope. Only love and we will be judged on love. I have been feeling the same sentiments lately. A real transformation at looking at people differently. In the last year, I had for a few weeks, the words in my heart resonating ” Behold, I am making all things new.” Revelation 21:5 I also have woke up several times saying the words, “ penance, penance, penance.” From Fatima.
