God’s Gifts

Before you ever opened your eyes to this world,

before the rush of air filled your lungs,

before your name was spoken,

there was a moment…

A moment where God leaned in close,

placed His hand over your soul,

and whispered truths that were meant to guide you through everything.

This is what God said…

“You are made of Me.

You are not separate from My love — not now, not ever.

You are sculpted from the breath of eternity,

woven with intention, purpose, and beauty.”

“The world you are entering will teach you to forget —

forget your worth, forget your wholeness, forget your belonging.

But My child… nothing you will ever face can undo the truth of who you are.”

“I placed My voice inside your heartbeat.”

You will always carry a thread of remembering — even when the world feels loud, even when life feels heavy

Not every gift makes itself known with brilliance or noise.

Some arrive gently, almost unnoticed —

like the Gift of Hearing.

We often think of hearing as a physical act:

sound waves entering the ear, messages decoded in the brain.

But real hearing — sacred hearing — goes far deeper.

It is not just about sound.

It is about presence.

It is about receiving.

To truly hear someone is to hold space for their soul.

It means you aren’t just listening to the words —

you’re sensing the tremble behind them,

the longing buried within the silence.

Hearing becomes a quiet kind of love.

The kind that says:

“You don’t have to explain everything. I’m here. I hear you.”

And in a world so often filled with noise,

this kind of hearing is a rare, and a Blessed Offering.

There are times when nothing is said aloud,

yet something within you catches it.

The shift in energy.

The unspoken ache.

The whispered knowing that passes through the heart like a soft breeze.

This is a higher form of hearing —

the kind where your soul leans forward and says,

“Pay attention. Something is being said beneath this moment.”

It’s the same kind of hearing that lets us sense when a loved one is hurting, even if they Smile.

Or when truth is trying to find its voice, through hesitation.

But perhaps the most sacred gift of hearing is when it becomes the doorway to Heaven.

Is the ability to hear what cannot be said in words.

It is the ability to hear the voice of God,

not through sound, but through presence.

To hear…

The whisper in the silence.

The breath between breathing.

When we become still enough to listen for what only God can say.

Not through thunder —

but through quiet,

through breath,

through a whisper in the depths of our being.

“Be still and know…”

He said.

And we do.

Not with our ears — but with our spirit.

For the artist, the poet, the mystic —

Hearing becomes a Birthplace..

Words arrive like birds at the edge of consciousness,

Songs form in the chest before the mouth,

Paintings emerge from the sound of silence itself.

To hear inspiration is to receive what has always been waiting —

A Truth, a memory, a message —

meant just for You.

The Gift of hearing is not just about sound.

It is about receiving what was always meant to reach you.

The sound of Love in a voice.

The tremble of truth in a pause.

The whisper of God in stillness.

When we allow ourselves to hear — truly hear—

We are not just catching sounds.

We are catching meaning.

We are catching presence.

We are catching the very heartbeat of connection.

So today, let hearing be A Birth, and your Prayer..

Let it be your way of saying:

“I am open. I am present. I receive.”

So it is. So it always was. So it shall always be.

In the “Cuore di Dio.”