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The Sun in Your Heart
Heavenletter #5073 Published on: October 15, 2014
God said:
Take time to go out into the sunshine every day. And if you cannot go out, then be the sunshine yourself. Brighten your surroundings with your own light. Turn the light switch on. Where is your light switch? What turns you on?
It could be the moon and the stars and love in your heart.
It could be someone’s voice. It could be your child. It could be your mother and father. It could be a stranger’s face or the way someone walks in the street. It could be anyone or anything.
Consider yourself like a tossed salad, and toss yourself. Look at the beautiful colors you host. Look at beautiful you. You are a combo. I would order you any day, every day. I do. I see you. I talk to you. I sit in quiet with you. I love you. I loved you the first day I saw you. I saw you in My mind before you were born, before you were conceived. Yes, you are My child. I anticipated you before I created you. What a wonder am I Who Creates, and what a wonder are you, My Created. And what a wonder is everything I create. Tell Me, what one thing do I create that is not a wonder? Who besides Me could create a stone or a mountain or an ant or an elephant? Who could even think of them let alone bring them into existence? Who else but I could even imagine a human being and plop him onto Earth?
Flowers blossom before Me. Consider yourself a flower, and blossom, and let your blossoming be a signal of love from you to Me, as if you are waving to Me with a casual twist of your wrist. So amazing and ordinary are what I create without a backward glance. You are it all. Wondrous creation and Creator are We. If you can see the sturdiness of an ant and its fortitude of purpose while it marches on Earth, how is it you don’t see yours?
I wonder how it is you don’t know what you are worth. Think of it. You see inert paper referred to as money, and yet you give it worth. It is a piece of paper with certain markings, and you announce its arbitrary worth and denounce your own.
You see a world of bricks and shapes, and you gaze up at them in wonder. Wouldn’t you think you would see something greater when you look at the humblest human being on Earth. You’d think that any human being you saw would elicit ooh’s and aah’s from you. See those eyes of theirs and those eyebrows and eyelids and lashes. See the sparkle of teeth. See the depths of soul. See you. See Me. See the motion and emotion. See Greatness wherever you look. What else is there to do? Debate something?
Look at the magnificence of your hand. You turn it upward, and there is your palm and lines in your hand that predict your fortune. That same hand can comfort or slap. That same hand has fingers. That hand you take so for granted, at your discretion, can dig a hole or fill one. That same hand can scratch an itch. That same hand backed by your eyes and your heart and mind can create a painting of anything, and your creation represents you the maker of it, just as My creations represent Me.
Come to be like Me in this world of fractals and bits and pieces. Acknowledge that you, too, create.
You are an offshoot of God, so, then, be it. With that hand of yours, you can wave to Me. With that hand, you can create miracles, for you are a miracle that I created on the Potter’s Wheel. Each one of My children is a miracle. How can you not know that? How can you pretend that you don’t know that? How can you pull the wool over your own eyes and plead ignorance?
Look for what you are and be it. This is not immodest. This is awareness. Take My awareness. Here, I give it to you. When your heart swells with love for Me, know that that selfsame love is for you to love yourself with and love everyone in the world with. Love thyself, and all the world blooms in sunlight.
It could be the moon and the stars and love in your heart.
It could be someone’s voice. It could be your child. It could be your mother and father. It could be a stranger’s face or the way someone walks in the street. It could be anyone or anything.
Consider yourself like a tossed salad, and toss yourself. Look at the beautiful colors you host. Look at beautiful you. You are a combo. I would order you any day, every day. I do. I see you. I talk to you. I sit in quiet with you. I love you. I loved you the first day I saw you. I saw you in My mind before you were born, before you were conceived. Yes, you are My child. I anticipated you before I created you. What a wonder am I Who Creates, and what a wonder are you, My Created. And what a wonder is everything I create. Tell Me, what one thing do I create that is not a wonder? Who besides Me could create a stone or a mountain or an ant or an elephant? Who could even think of them let alone bring them into existence? Who else but I could even imagine a human being and plop him onto Earth?
Flowers blossom before Me. Consider yourself a flower, and blossom, and let your blossoming be a signal of love from you to Me, as if you are waving to Me with a casual twist of your wrist. So amazing and ordinary are what I create without a backward glance. You are it all. Wondrous creation and Creator are We. If you can see the sturdiness of an ant and its fortitude of purpose while it marches on Earth, how is it you don’t see yours?
I wonder how it is you don’t know what you are worth. Think of it. You see inert paper referred to as money, and yet you give it worth. It is a piece of paper with certain markings, and you announce its arbitrary worth and denounce your own.
You see a world of bricks and shapes, and you gaze up at them in wonder. Wouldn’t you think you would see something greater when you look at the humblest human being on Earth. You’d think that any human being you saw would elicit ooh’s and aah’s from you. See those eyes of theirs and those eyebrows and eyelids and lashes. See the sparkle of teeth. See the depths of soul. See you. See Me. See the motion and emotion. See Greatness wherever you look. What else is there to do? Debate something?
Look at the magnificence of your hand. You turn it upward, and there is your palm and lines in your hand that predict your fortune. That same hand can comfort or slap. That same hand has fingers. That hand you take so for granted, at your discretion, can dig a hole or fill one. That same hand can scratch an itch. That same hand backed by your eyes and your heart and mind can create a painting of anything, and your creation represents you the maker of it, just as My creations represent Me.
Come to be like Me in this world of fractals and bits and pieces. Acknowledge that you, too, create.
You are an offshoot of God, so, then, be it. With that hand of yours, you can wave to Me. With that hand, you can create miracles, for you are a miracle that I created on the Potter’s Wheel. Each one of My children is a miracle. How can you not know that? How can you pretend that you don’t know that? How can you pull the wool over your own eyes and plead ignorance?
Look for what you are and be it. This is not immodest. This is awareness. Take My awareness. Here, I give it to you. When your heart swells with love for Me, know that that selfsame love is for you to love yourself with and love everyone in the world with. Love thyself, and all the world blooms in sunlight.
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