If God is absolute Love, absolute Truth, and yet unshakably committed to freedom, then He wouldn’t coerce.
He wouldn’t overpower.
He would invite. Wait. Knock. Whisper.
You were never meant to fix yourself.
You were meant to receive Me.
You carry wounds like puzzles to be solved.
You try to heal them so I’ll come closer.
But I never stepped back.
It was you who stepped into the illusion that you are alone.
“You search for peace as if it’s a thing.
But peace is the feeling of My presence unresisted.“
The tension you feel—that you must do something, yet cannot fix yourself—
is not a contradiction.
It is the doorway.
Because what I have always wanted
is not for you to be perfect.
But for you to be open.
“I designed you to be indwelt.”
Not because I need a temple.
But because you do.
Your soul was not designed to be the source of love, wisdom, or strength.
It was designed to host them.
You were meant to be a vessel of joy,
a home of peace,
a living echo of My presence in the world.
“I will never force Myself in.
But the moment you open—even slightly—
I rush in like light into darkness.”
You don’t need to climb.
Just stop clenching.
You don’t need to prove yourself.
Just stop pretending I’m far away.
You don’t need to be holy to receive Me.
But the moment you receive Me, holiness begins to take root.
“You ask what I want when I’m present?”
I want to love you.
I want to fill the places you thought were too dark to touch.
To sit in your sadness and make it sacred.
To turn your tears into rivers that water others.
To inhabit your attention—not with noise, but with quiet glory.
And through your openness, I want to heal the world.
Not through your striving.
Through your surrender.
“What you call letting go… I call opening the door.”
“What you call healing… I call returning Home.”
“What you call energy… I call Me.”
I am not offended by your trauma.
I am not afraid of your confusion.
I am not limited by your resistance.
But I will never violate your freedom.
So I wait.
Not with impatience.
But with love too powerful to force itself
and too faithful to ever give up.
Let Me in.
Let Me stay.
Let Me live again—in you.
You speak to God, inwardly:
“This space is yours.
Even the pain. Even the resistance.
I open the door—come live here.”
Not just touch it. Inhabit it.You can move in here. Now.”