God said:

What do you want? Many of My children do not know what they want. Sometimes, it could appear that what many want most of all is to complain. It seems to Me that there is a lot of complaining going on, could this be true?

You are presented with a meal that those who haven’t eaten today do not even have a chance to complain about, and you find sundries to complain about. Have another ambition rather than to be a super complainer. Goodness knows, you are awfully good at griping about one thing or another. You may be a magnificent complainer. There is hardly pride to take in being a complainer. You have lots of competition for the championship.

To be proud of your complaining skills is like being proud of having a sour stomach. Burp, burp, burp. What are you proud of? Your discernment? Best fault-finder on the block? Excellent at finding that which to complain about every day of the week?

You can accomplish a lot more by biting your tongue. Tonight’s supper was not gourmet? So? Someone went to trouble. Thank Me, God, then for your food.

Complaints are sloppy things. I know you can do better with your life. Sometimes a little thank-you goes far. Give good cheer.

You could get good at making someone smile.

You could try cooking supper one night. Get good at making someone want to cook for you. Be a splendid guest. When someone makes a meal for you, consider yourself a guest. Pull out your good manners. Try them on. I encourage you to be explicit in your appreciation.

God said:

Fun is not a flighty unimportant part of life. It is an essential part of life. Children are supposed to have fun. Life is supposed to be fun. As it is, children are sometimes chastised for having fun as if the purpose of your raising your child is to squelch them.

If I were to give advice to parents, I would say:

Have fun with your children. You, the parent, have a good time. This is an exquisite time with your child. It will not come again.

This is a double-whammy, because as you have fun, you ensure that your children do.

When you and your child have fun together, you are raising your child well. You don’t need to think so sternly about raising your children. When your children have fun and enjoy with you, you are raising your children well. They will listen to you and respect you and, in turn, be loving and gracious to you and to everyone.

You are introducing your children to the world. Make the world a friendly place for your children, and they will know friendliness.

You are not spoiling your child by allowing him happiness.

As a parent, you need to get away from the idea that your child has to perform as the best behaved child at home or away. You are not spoiling your child by accepting and loving him. This is not letting your child go wild. Give your child the freedom to be happy.

God said:

You know that life in the world can change at the snap of a finger. You also know that the phenomenon of life, of its very nature, changes right and left. Even when life doesn’t seem to be changing, it is changing. Life, as it appears, is ever-new. This isn't the first time I have said this, is it?

When you were a child, change changed right before you. You grew an inch. You learned a new word. The magnificence of it – you learned to speak a language. You went from baby to toddler. You learned to ride a tricycle. Life flashed between your eyes, and next thing you knew you rode a 2-wheeler, and then a motor-cycle and so on.

After childhood, changes are not so sudden-appearing. Changes become more like after-thoughts. They have been predicted as a standard procedure. Even as age is happening, as hair become gray, it doesn’t happen all at once. Then suddenly, it seems, the way spring appears, suddenly, your hair is all gray or your hair is sparse.

Silly you, these evidences of change appear like afflictions to you. Ideas accrue to what you notice. Now you have the idea you are growing old. The world tells you that this is reality. Even what you pronounce as reality is an idea, and, often, an inherited idea. An idea of reality is not identical to Reality. Pronouncements of Reality in the world may be off-base. Once flat Earth was considered Reality. There are those who would revive that idea. There are even those who say that this theory is still true. Someone says so.

God said:

A great nagger in the world is Doubt. Doubt wears many faces. Doubt brings a whole array with it. Insecurity. Confusion. Conviction of whatever. Fatigue. Anger. Dismay. Dissatisfaction. Worry!

Beloveds, there may be no right decision. There also may be no wrong decision. Life is an experiment, remember?

What is doubt but wishy-washiness? Doubt likes to see you under its spell.

Doubt pummels you. Doubt is a wrestler, a boxer, a bully. Doubt undercuts you. Doubt ties your shoelaces together. It ties you up in knots. Doubt as a way of life is an error.

Not knowing is not exactly the same as doubt. Doubt tells you not to make up your mind. Doubt tells you to take forever.

Doubt dangles you. It diddles you. It runs circles around you.

Doubt niggles you. It is a tease, yet doubt is heavy-handed. We can’t call doubt a flim-flam because doubt is dead-serious about its self-imposed mission. I did not, definitely, did not choose doubt for you. Doubt will foist himself on you any day. Hey, doubt doubt.

Doubt will pursue you. It will run you ragged.

Doubt prevents you from taking a direction. Rather, you allow doubt to prevent you from taking a direction. Doubt says you are lost in a forest and don’t know which way to turn – can’t know which way to turn. What a fatalist doubt is.

God said:

What is all this about the so-called old that makes limitations seem to be a foregone conclusion? Old age seems to have a narrow range of prediction, well, predicted only as… old.

The world may look at the so-called old as some lesser kind of being who descended to Earth shriveled and referred to simply as the Old as if they had never lived, as if they had never raised a family and moved youthfully in the world, as if they, the experienced, have no further contributions to make, as if the old have no future and couldn’t really have had a past. Is the world saying that the grouped old are no more than water under the bridge?

Oh, sure, certainly, older people have become good sports, pushed along in wheel chairs, facing a blank wall or the TV like good guests. I, God, pray to Myself:

“Oh, please, God, don’t be so willing to let life for the longest-lived be grim and that the world relegate them to a non-status. Must the so-called elderly be housed together at a way-station and just wait their turn before being shipped off to the wild blue yonder? God, what happened to Your gift of a purpose to every soul on Earth?

"Age does not have to be presumed to be as it seems to be today, as an off-shoot of life. What excuse is there for this? Come, paint a better picture. Who can look forward to old age as it is portrayed in modern times? Could You, God? Who could? Old age as it is seen today is nothing more than an idea. Can it be Your idea, God?