Louise Hay’s most recent email to me reminded me that Life loves me, that I can ask Life itself to take care of it, that Life wants to care for me. Still in the soup interiorly, Donna Henes’ blog post became a way through the inner swamp—just for today. A gorgeous story …
posted by Donna Henes
As I was deciding what to write this week, this wonderful story arrived in my inbox so I thought I would share it with you.
A man died…
When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.
Dialog between God and Dead Man:
God: Alright son, it’s time to go
Man: So soon? I had a lot of plans…
God: I am sorry but, it’s time to go
Man: What do you have in that suitcase?
God: Your belongings
Man: My belongings? You mean my things… Clothes… money…
God: Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth
Man: Is it my memories?
God: No. They belong to Time
Man: Is it my talent?
God: No. They belong to Circumstance
Man: Is it my friends and family?
God: No son. They belong to the Path you travelled
Man: Is it my wife and children?
God: No. they belong to your Heart
Man: Then it must be my body
God: No No… It belongs to Dust
Man: Then surely it must be my Soul!
God: You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.
Man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from the God’s hand and opened it…
With heartbroken and tears down his cheek he asks God…
Man: I never owned anything?
God: That’s Right. You never owned anything.
Man: Then? What was mine?
God: Your MOMENTS. Every moment you lived was yours.
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