It is likely that when you insist on when and how a certain miracle is to appear, you may prevent the flow of the miracle. There is something called trying too hard. Miracles grow like flowers. Flowers and miracles grow on their own.
I see you grow right before My eyes. You may have had a hang-up or two. Life may seem to have been handed to you. You may focus on what you see in yourself as lacking. Better to believe Me, as I believe in the truth of you, Beloved.
Have I given you too many things to do or not to do? Of course, all
guidance I give boils down to love, so, in actually, there is only one
thing I ask of you, and that is to love yourself. You cannot love
others more than you love yourself. I speak of loving and not
attachment, beloveds. I speak of loving yourself and not holding
yourself for ransom, as it were.
Beloved, you are here on Earth in order for the world to blossom. You desire freedom, and you and I exist as One to make a mark in life and to discover the life considered yours and to gaze upon all life and love in the Universe by Divine Right.
Beloved, where are you going? What journey are you on? This time around for you isn’t likely your first time around, yet who knows and how significant is a question anyway? There are more meaningful matters than curiosity or stealth to account for.
Listen, you are not on Earth to prove yourself. You are My child on Earth. Is there something better you can be? There is no need for you to stand on a soapbox and orate! You are not here on Earth to collect accolades nor to explain yourself.
You have stolen something somewhere sometime. You have stolen time. You have stolen love. You have stolen other people’s words. You have stolen merit. You have stolen glances across the room.
You have also misplaced things, and you have assigned priorities that later you may have regretted. You have lost your heart and been unable to find it. You have misplaced your keys time and time again. And sometimes you have lost your way, only to find it again later.
You have often forgotten what matters most. You have dispatched your thoughts here and there and lost touch with the key of life. You have forgotten who you are and what your purpose in life is. You have gotten caught up in negligible excursions as if your very life depended upon them, and forgotten what your very life depends on. You don’t remember with certainty now.
There is nothing that can come between you and Me. This does not
mean you are obliged to put Me first. There is nothing you have to do.
I am First, and that is all there is to it. Whether you are aware or
not, I am First. And yet there is no sequence where I am concerned.
There is no sequence, and there is no priority. There is Reality.
The force of love is a power to be reckoned with. Love is a power. It is a power for good. Who would want less than a power for good? Who would want to keep all the odds and ends of life that you may have kept to pour over and perhaps collect more of?