My gratitude will pave the way to Him, and shorten my learning time by more than I could ever dream of. Gratitude goes hand in hand with love, and where one is the other must be found. For gratitude is but an aspect of the Love which is the Source of all creation. God gives thanks to me, His Son, for being what I am; His Own completion and the Source of love, along with Him. My gratitude to Him is one with His to me. For love can walk no road except the way of gratitude, and thus I go who walk the way to God.

Let me be still and listen to the truth. I am the messenger of God today, my voice is His, to give what I receive.

What am I? I am God's Son, complete and healed and whole, shining in the reflection of His Love. In me is His creation sanctified and guaranteed eternal life. In me is love perfected, fear impossible, and joy established without opposite. I am the holy home of God Himself. I am the Heaven where His Love resides. I am His holy Sinlessness Itself, for in my purity abides His Own.

My heart is beating in the peace of God. Surrounding me is all the life that God created in His Love. It calls to me in every heartbeat and in every breath; in every action and in every thought. Peace fills my heart, and floods my body with the purpose of forgiveness. Now my mind is healed, and all I need to save the world is given me. Each heartbeat brings me peace; each breath infuses me with strength. I am a messenger of God, directed by His Voice, sustained by Him in love, and held forever quiet and at peace within His loving Arms. Each heartbeat calls His Name, and every one is answered by His Voice, assuring me I am at home in Him.

Let me attend Your Answer, not my own. Father, my heart is beating in the peace the Heart of Love created. It is there and only there that I can be at home.

This world I seem to live in is not home to me. And somewhere in my mind I know that this is true. A memory of home keeps haunting me, as if there were a place that called me to return, although I do not recognize the voice, nor what it is the voice reminds me of. Yet still I feel an alien here, from somewhere all unknown. Nothing so definite that I could say with certainty I am an exile here. Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a tiny throb, at other times hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind again.

I speak as one who walks this world, knowing that here I am not at home. Sometimes I will try to put by my suffering in games I play to occupy my time, and keep my sadness from me. Sometimes I will deny that I am sad, and not recognize my tears at all. Still other times I will maintain that what I speak of is illusion, not to be considered more than but a dream. Yet when I examine in simple honesty, without defensiveness and self-deception, could I deny the words I speak, when I say that here I am not at home? I go about uncertainly in endless search, seeking in darkness what I cannot find; not recognizing what it is I seek. A thousand homes I make, yet none contents my restless mind. I do not understand that I build in vain. The home I seek can not be made by me.

There is no substitute for Heaven. All I ever made was hell. Perhaps I think it is my childhood home that I would find again. The childhood of my body, and its place of shelter, are a memory now so distorted that I merely hold a picture of a past that never happened. Yet there is a Child in me and he leads me to seek my Father's house. He knows that I am alien here.

I thank my Father for His gifts to me. Today I am thankful. I have come to gentler pathways and to smoother roads. There is no thought of turning back, and no implacable resistance to the truth. A bit of wavering remains, some small objections and a little hesitance, but I can well be grateful for my gains, which are far greater than I realize. A day devoted now to gratitude will add the benefit of some insight into the real extent of all the gains which I have made; the gifts I have received. I am glad today, I am in loving thankfulness, for my Father has not left me to myself, nor let me wander in the dark alone. I am grateful He has saved me from the self I thought I made to take the place of Him and His creation. I give Him thanks today. I give thanks that He has not abandoned me, and that His Love forever will remain shining on me, forever without change. I give thanks as well that I am changeless, for as the Son He loves I am changeless as Himself. I am grateful I am saved.