I Hear You


I hear you. I hear your cries. 

You cry for the injustice, for the anger, for the hate, and so do I. Do you not see my tears? They have been falling since the dawn of mankind when Cain slew Able. Your world is no stranger to hate, jealousy, anger, secrets, death, even murder. At times I have been tempted to regret giving all the children of the world their own agency. If I forced you to be good, you wouldn't have this pain. Should I have made automatons that show respect, that never do anything wrong, that never hate or kill? It would have saved my heart the trouble of mourning all this pain. Your hearts too. 

Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe it would have been better if I had left you with no will. You would never have learned anything for yourself, but you wouldn't have killed or hurt each other. If you were not able to have a will to love anything then you would never have missed it when it was gone. Without love and will you could live in simple peace, forced peace. Would that have been better? 

No, I can't believe that. I can't believe that it would have been better to have robots for children with no minds of their own. No creativity, no joy, no love. Can you? Could I, as your Father, really have left you on a planet with no opportunity to learn at all? No minds, no love, no joy, no progress. Imagine it like this, a child who grows in size, but never in mind because he or she has no mind of their own. No will of their own to choose to smile, or cry. To choose to create or be stagnate. To choose to believe in me or not. To choose to act out of love or hate. An empty shell. I could not force anyone to act out of love, it's not even possible, because love is not possible without will. 

I hear you, but I will not force you. That is my gift and my pain to endure. Please remember that I could never hear you without your will. You could not have even cried out for the want of a will without my gifting it to you. 
I am the God of Love, and as my children you are all pieces of that divine love. Remember that power you carry. Combined with your will, your power to love is so powerful. And remember that death is not the end, or the worst thing. It is most painful for the people who remain behind, but those that go onward enjoy the next step in their grand eternal adventure. So while you mourn, remember to rejoice as well. Use your will for good, you have the choices before you.

I hear you. I love you. I wait for you.

- God


(These are the thoughts that have been rolling in my mind as I have been reading scriptures, and communing with God. I am grateful to God for giving us our will and free agency so that we can choose and know love, even if that means we must suffer at the hands of our brothers and sisters as well because of their own will and choices. ~Crystal)

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