This month of April I was reading two books by the famous Christian couple, Rick and Kay Warren. My motivation is always to find out how they make their marriage work and how do they work well together.
First I read a most moving testimony by Kay Warren somewhere on Facebook. I was moved to tears because her marriage was not working and she was in the pit of hell. As you all know, Faith moves mountains. She could work her way up and be victorious. Her book is called “Choose Joy.” Her joy is rooted in gratitude: No joyful heart without a grateful heart. I had great admiration for Kay Warren, because she could practice “With God all is possible.“
Then I read “The Purpose Driven Life” by Rick warren, her husband and Pastor of the Saddleback mega church in California. My take away from this inspiring book is that all research demonstrates than when people lose a sense of purpose in life, they lose the motivation to live at all, so whatever time we have we need to be purposeful. Rick Warren also says “You must begin with God your creator. You were made by God and for God and until you understand that, life will never make sense.”
Today one in four teens wants to commit suicide. In my opinion they are confused where to find their purpose and goal in life.
My husband was wondering in his early twenties why Jesus could not marry and show the way to build successful families and a peaceful world. Today as many of us show the way, God again is speaking. Who searches finds, qui cherche trouve.
Let’s go against the trend to be whoever we feel we are, with many different pronouns and genders. Let’s be simple by asserting that a family is the beginning of God’s kingdom. A peaceful family brings a peaceful world.
And as our Heavenly Parent loves us as a Father and Mother, He also gave us commandments throughout the Bible of how to live. In the Old Testament we got 10 commandments. Jesus told us to love one another and love our enemy as well. In my church we are reciting the Family Pledge, as peaceful families make a peaceful world.
When my husband was on earth, here and there in our daily life he would drop one word or one sentence that was very meaningful to me. I could chew on it for days.
I remember him saying that “HAPPINESS IS A LIFE WELL LIVED.”
How then do we create a beautiful life?
He also quoted Socrates’ constant question, “how to live the good life?” He said that the good life is accomplished if you live a virtuous life, if you live according to the virtues. This was the Greeks’ simple formula for ethical conduct.
In my experience in building a meaningful happy relationship with Dietrich, a life well lived was a life where we loved our neighbors. Service to others brought us happiness, caring for the world brought deep emotions towards each other. We knew that praying for others not only brought relief to the person prayed for, but deep joy in our soul.
Sometimes the closest neighbor was the spouse we had to love when we could not, but did. Sometimes it was the prodigal son or daughter, we thought is lost forever.
We cannot make happiness on other people’s misery. The happiness of your child comes before your own. You cannot leave your family. This would be misery instead of happiness.
In other words, what brings a couple together is not only sex, but a common goal rooted in committed love. It is being willing to make sacrifices for the betterment of the marriage and family, and every day making choices by discerning right from wrong, good from evil, sacred from profane
So to live well means constantly making the right choices, by developing our character according to the virtues and according to God’s principles until we become each other’s true love. We can never separate from each other as happy families make a happy world.
We were not part of the “ME First” culture, but doing things together for others we were better lovers, and we gave True Love to each other. We did create a beautiful life worth living. This is our secret treasure for eternity.
Your friend, Elisabeth Seidel
PS: Here is Dr. Tyler Hendricks’ talk on Happiness. Dietrich and Tyler were colleagues at the Unification Theological Seminary and good friends. I hope you enjoy this presentation on “The Path to Happiness.”
These letters were written in 1977, where there were no cell phones or texts available. We wrote those letters by hand, stamped them and mailed them. And I kept all of them. They are treasures to our heart of a life of True Love with our Heavenly Father and each other. Only the last letter, written to Dietrich after he passed, was written on the computer after 40 years of our life together.
I truly experienced the love of God when introduce to my husband Dietrich, and looking deeply into his eyes it was like a spiritual experience, going through a tunnel all the way to Heaven and sensing God and his profound love. God was looking at me through Dietrich. It has been our deepest wish that everyone can experience true love with our Heavenly Father and each other as husband and wife. With God all is possible.
Dear Elisabeth, you are more in my thoughts than my studies. Heavenly Father performed one of his miracles to bring the two of us together. My whole outlook on life is changed since I became a married man. I send you my love, your Dietrich
Dear Dieter, there is warmth in my heart when I think Heavenly Father picked me to be your wife. I will pray more for you, with all my love, Elisabeth
Dear Elisabeth, I think of you often, and feel your pure spirit sometimes very intensely in my heart. I feel very close to you, and ask Heavenly Father to guide us strongly in building our relationship. Let us patiently build what will last for eternity, your Dietrich
Dear Elisabeth, I want to thank our Heavenly Father and you, for this uniquely beautiful Sunday we were able to experience together. My heart is filled with indescribable joy when I think of you, and to realize that God led us together to be united for eternity is too much to be contained in my heart. I feel like overflowing and embracing the whole world. We are tasting just a little bit of God’s love. How beautiful it will be when the whole world is able to fully welcome God’s presence, and to respond to His invincible love. The more I think of you, Elisabeth, the more I am convinced that it is only you who can be my wife. I send you all my love, Dietrich
I only want to add that true love is eternal, and we continue to grow together and love each other, from two different realms.
May this new year of the Black Rabbit bring new hope to your life!
As we celebrate this new year let’s take care of our spiritual life-with inspiration and prayers to make a new world of love. Let love for our neighbors and all humankind be our new lifestyle.
Thinking is praying, said one of my pastors. Today I just made a prayer jar, copying my pastor Sebastian, who has a big one in his church. Besides my daily devotion, and prayers regimen, I can pick a card and send loving thoughts, intentions, and sincere devotion for the prayer requested. I also bought some Bible quotes written in 50 colorful cards, one to read every day. Loving words from above. Positive, loving, sharing, caring words erase the darkness, and bring new hope into the world.
When I visited Sebastian and Mereth’s church house, I felt the vibration of true love and care for everyone. It is in giving that we receive.
You can e-mail me your prayer requests. They will go into my prayer jar and be sent to Heaven regularly.
Below you will find the link to watch an introduction to the Rally of Hope. This is an international universal series of events with many high-level influential speakers explaining the deplorable state of our world, and why we should have hope.
It was the end of the year 1976 in New York City. I had just come from France a few months earlier and was adapting to the American life, away from my hometown in the French Alps. and Paris where I had lived.
My job at that time was in a showroom in a French jewelry company on Fifth Avenue. That day I had an appointment with a chiropractor, but I never arrived there. In fact something happened that would change my life and destiny.
I was a bit late, and like all New Yorkers, I started rushing, in the streets. As the street light was changing from red to green, I was the first one running to cross the street. I never made it to the other side.
One car had the same idea to dash through the changing light. It hit me in the back, which projected me on to the ground and I saw the four wheels passing over me. I heard people screaming at the horrible scene. In this split second I screamed to God “Heavenly Father my life is for you.” I was surprised at this audacious sentence to my Heavenly Father.
In a dream state I felt the car was lifted over my body in order not to crush me. A band of angels were by my side; a heavenly presence surrounding me.
As I was laying on the ground, trying to figure out what had happened, the car driver came out of his car screamed at me and left.
Another young guy said he called an ambulance and one lady and other passersby stayed with me till the ambulance arrived. The lady said “I saw Jesus, and he saved your life.” These were words of love and comfort.
I did not see Jesus, but I felt a Heavenly presence, I felt the angels dispatched in New York City. That day I was giving my life for God and he gave it back to me.
Besides a serious broken arm injury and a few days at the hospital I was fine. I spent Christmas that year in a cast and was so grateful to be alive.
I always felt I had a life mission. In fact, a few months later, I met my true, forever love. It was a snowy day with snowflakes all around in the beautiful Belvedere estate in Tarrytown, where in the spring the four-leaf clovers grow. There was to be a marriage blessing, and I was there with my new husband to be.
This was my Christmas miracle. Thank you that I could share it with you.
November is All Saints’ Day. It is also Thanksgiving.
My husband passed on the 19th of November 2016. I realized this year that the 19th of November was also my name day. We celebrate Saint Elizabeth on November 19th. My mom never missed calling me on that day to remind me of Saint Elizabeth’s day.
My mom also said I married a saint, which means she thought Dietrich was a saint.
This year I got a “Hello” …from Heaven.
True love can travel everywhere. It is the most powerful and healing force, and this true love can never be broken. It is the bond that links us to our family, our lineage. Belief that we continue our life in the spirit world is now more prominent that before. Every time we connect with a loved one in that other realm, we are making bridges between the two worlds.
It is a new union where we communicate with mental telepathy, and a highly tuned intuition, receiving information and guidance through our psychic senses, and we become an antenna with receptivity. Energy of thought travels fast. You hear things you are not supposed to hear, but maybe you are; things you do not hear usually. I also communicate with my husband through feelings.
The universal life force, which I could translate as God’s energy and love for His children, is present everywhere, and sometimes more so in special places on earth like for example the vortexes in Sedona, Arizona, in the Italian Alps near Torino and my mountain hometown in Saint Jean. In the Celtic tradition they are called “thin places” where the veil between this world and the next has been lifted; where the door between our world and the next has been opened.
Sometimes between the state of sleeping and awakening, I can get a message from the other side.
Close to the anniversary of my husband’s passing, I was awakened by hearing a song in my mind “Hello Darlin!” and then the sentence popped up “Hello…from Heaven.” I then continued about my day.
Happy Thanksgiving to all, and happy All Saints’ Day.
Early in our marriage when my husband was studying for a PhD in theology in Toronto and my birthday came around, this particular day he surprised me with a gift. He must have been thinking hard what to get me. and he was practical.
When I opened my present, it was AN UMBRELLA! Oh no! Not this! How unromantic! Not that I enjoy walking in pouring rain because it was October, my birthday month, but I can buy myself such a thing. I just wanted something else, even if students are poor, or in debt, could not make ends meet. I just wanted something else.
Like what? Perhaps a dress, a blouse, a perfume, a necklace, an expensive ring? Chosen thinking of me his beloved wife. Women never have enough of those. A night at a restaurant, a get away from it all.
Given our situation, I could have toned down my expectations. But did not Mark Gungor, a marriage expert, say that to please a woman, “You need to love her. Die for her. Take her for dinner. Miss the game for her. Buy her jewelry. Be interested in what she has to say.” (I will let you guess his opinion on how to please a man.)
I love my husband to the moon and back, but choosing a gift was kind of hard for him. After that there were some improvements. One year I got an envelope with a card with loving words and 40 dollars. I have to confess then I got 40 dollars for my birthday every year for the next 30 years or more while he was alive.
Forty was a good number for him, because he loves numbers. He always said, “God loves numbers. God is a great mathematician.”
My husband is a man who never changed. I also liked that he never changed. I was his only begotten wife. One man, one woman. No adultery. True love never changes.
Every year I knew what I would find in an envelope: a special card with loving words written with loving care in a most elegant handwriting and 40 dollars. More gifts to redeem came along, like a body massage, foot massage done by him, restaurant of my choice, and one get away to enjoy within the year.
It got even better for our thirty-year blessed marriage anniversary: We went to Europe by boat (the Queen Mary) to visit our relatives (my idea).
One Christmas I dragged him to a department store to show him where the rings with precious stones were displayed. Because there were on sale, I got one as blue as blue can be. I always feel God’s love in precious stones. God made the beautiful creation for His children to enjoy. He wants everyone to appreciate the beauty He made for us. By now I knew how to talk to a theologian.
But my most precious gift was truly the undivided love. Love between husband and wife does not fluctuate. Love is a commitment. Love is eternal.
My husband’s greatest gift was to love God, and to love me.
When there was a conflict with a family member, my husband Dietrich, when he was on earth, always said: “No matter what, I always love you!”
We remember the song Whitney Houston sang with so much conviction and passion that it gave us goose bumps, because we all want to experience such a thing: “I will always love you.”
So, when Dietrich was saying (many times to myself) after the storm passed, “I always love you, no matter what!” it was a balm to the heart, a soothing sentence in the mist of hardships, that gave hope. The impossible dream became possible, when worked at every single day until our sentence became: “I will always be with you! Forever together.”
When Dietrich came back home at night, and I heard the sound of his car engine coming up the driveway, my heart was happily beating for him, because in an instant he would open the front door and hug me. Then our young children would be rejoicing to see him again and holding on to his jacket, to receive attention and love.
Harmony in the family is the basis and cornerstone of the kingdom of heaven on earth. In the family we learn and practice true love.
Whose responsibility it is? Mine? His? In a conversation this summer my daughter Diesa declared, “It is not my responsibility!”
Thinking deeply about it, we are all responsible to maintain and preserve love and harmony, and to go the extra mile, to nurture each other with love and forgiveness.
I love you no matter what means we can be mean at times but we love each other anyway, no matter what!
We can be rude sometimes, but we love each other anyway, no matter what!
We can fight and want to be right, but it does not stop me from loving you, no matter what.
This is why every time when I heard the sound of his engine driving up the driveway, my heart rejoiced and was beating for him, because I could experience true love.
True love? How does it work in practice?
This summer 2022, which I spent in France, I had many opportunities to practice Jesus’ sentence “Love your enemies.” Some days everybody was my enemy, my heart was shrinking. I could not love anymore.
I tried to get hope by reading my horoscope. It said: “Avoid all conflicts. Avoid all confrontations.” It seemed strange planets were crossing my sky.
This sentence kept coming to my mind: No matter what, I love you! No matter what, I will always love you.
As we grow and become spiritually mature, we get tired of fighting and learn to control our emotions, control our behavior. We respond and do not react. We become serene and calm surrounds us. We digest the difficult feelings. Suddenly, we are no longer rude, or impatient, unforgiving or disturbed, but we apply “I love you, no matter what.” Suddenly we are a step closer to our Heavenly Parent, closer to how we should be, closer to Jesus and to each other. And suddenly we feel happy because we could create a true love moment.
True love needs to become a lifestyle. This is how we change the world As we build relationships of heart with our family, we need to build relationships of heart with our tribe, our people and our nation. This is indeed no simple task. I love you all, anyway.
When I was visiting my hometowns of La Chambre and St Jean in France, I had several prophetic dreams.
First, I dreamed that I gave birth to a child who could not breathe. It was lifeless. Then the doctor put it in my arms. He then tried to make it breathe by bending it back and forth. Still the child seemed deformed and sick. The doctor put it back in my arms. The legs and arms were falling apart like a broken doll. I was trying to fix it by putting the arms and legs together. I loved this child.
I was being helped. Monique, my spiritual daughter, was helping me to take care of this child, and then other people as well.
At the beginning of the dream there was a scene with people who were immoral and corrupt. At the end of the dream the child appeared alive in the arms of Monique, and I was to go with my child to meet many other parents with their children.
Then, a couple of days later, I dreamed I was in a room with three babies a few months old, sleeping. There were a few more people besides me.
I noticed one baby could not breathe, so I called the nurse who was in the back room. She did not seem to be too eager to do anything. So, I felt it was my responsibility to revive the child. I tapped it three times on the back. Suddenly the young child took a long deep breath and revived.
My interpretation is that God gave us life. In Genesis 2:7, it says God breathed into Adam to give him life: “And the LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” Without God we have no life. We are lifeless. Spiritual life is more important than physical life.
Today God is seeking His children who are lifeless, who cannot breathe, because they rejected God or led corrupt and immoral lives without any concern for others or for their beloved Heavenly Parent.
Sin has consequences, even if God is a loving parent, we need to attune with our parent’s love and seek His will and direction for our life. Sometimes we need a spiritual parent to help us breathe, to guide us on the way until we reach maturity and can breathe on our own.
The photos below show me with my cousins and my daughter crossing the river to go to le Vallonnet, a village near Saint Sorlin d’Arves in the French Alps, where our common ancestor my great-grandma Sylvie Bartholomé lived.
In another one of my dreams, I saw in beautiful colors the bridge across the River Arc in my hometown. People were crossing that bridge very calmly and peacefully. On the other side it seemed so beautiful, like the new kingdom, a new world in a new heavenly land.
The last dream was very short but the message was very clear. The mountains around my hometown were crumbling down. Big rocks and stones were rolling all the way to the villages. It was a very dangerous situation.
At that moment I felt like a new Joan of Arc, telling the panicked people all in disarray, “This way! Follow me!”
These dreams encouraged me to give spiritual life to the people of my hometown.