Gifts

It disturbs me when people do not believe me.  They think that I am inauthentic and that I cannot possibly really believe or know the things I say.  But then, as mother Teresa said “it was never about them anyway”.  I have no idea why I have been shown or experienced what I have, other than I will cooperate and listen, meaning I will “pass it on”, which is the loving thing to do.  Fear would have me keep it all to myself, which appears to be safer and easier, but will benefit no-one.
Meanwhile, the vast majority of people respond positively to my presence because of the God or love that I carry with me.