Loveletters from God

A Constant Star of God's Light

Annette — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 13:58:10 -0500

I speak to you from inside your heart. I speak to you from inside your cells. I speak to you from inside, and I speak to you from outside. I speak to you through everyone and everything. And I speak to you through yourself, that which is perceived as yourself, that outer flurry of you. Inevitably, you are hearing yourself.

It is like you play two pianos at once. On one piano, you are all over the place. You dash all over the keyboard and back and forth as fast as you can go. On the other piano, strong music is played. It is so strong it is quiet. There are no extravaganzas played on this piano. You may be so busy playing the dashing piano that you forget about this one.

Or We could say that you turn on a faucet, and you shortsightedly think that it is from the faucet that water comes. You forget about the spring in the mountains that supplies the water to the faucet.

In life, you swim in a swimming pool, and you forget about the Ocean. You may be acting as a little fish that swims in a little pond. You think the little pool you swim in is the whole world. More accurately, you are a big fish in a big pond, but you are a big fish in a big pond who thinks he's a little fish in a big pond or a big fish in a little pond. Oh, well, the point is that you are far more than you credit yourself with.

You may be sure I am not speaking to your ego, beloveds. I do not recognize ego to speak to. I am not conciliatory with ego. I ask you not to get all puffed up, beloveds, at the same time I ask you to give yourself more credit. Give Me more credit. To be sure, when I created you, I enjoyed Myself. I enjoyed creating. At the same time, I wasn't playing around. I was creating a Universe. I had a picture in mind. It was a Grand Picture I had, and it was of you as a Knight to the world. I had a picture of you as Myself, perhaps Myself as a child who is growing up to assume his rightful place in the world.

I never pictured you shackling the world to yourself. I saw you expanding the world. I saw you making a place in it for yourself and for others. I saw you widening the horizons. I saw you kissing the stars and bouncing the moon. I saw you entering the inner chambers of the sun and cooling off. I saw you residing in My heart, and I knew you were there. It is not that I have you on a leash in My heart, yet you are never free to leave it. There is no way out of My heart, and everyone is already in.

So it is like there is a huge light in My heart that shines out into the world. You are like stars in the world that reflect My light. Right now you may be a blinking star of My light, and that is wonderful, yet you are growing to be a constant star of My light. No more blinking on and off. Only on. Only lighting the world without pause, without exception, without ever turning off. And how restful that will be for you! No more switcheroos, just you, just I, Being. You are cushioned in My heart, and yet you are flung across the Universe. You are strung across the Universe the way stars are strung in the night sky. My lights are on.

People Who Enter Your Life

Annette — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 18:08:40 -0500

You are not a jellyfish. You are not a wobbly thing. You are to stand up in the world, not flop around. You are not to be battered by the winds of the world. You are not to be knocked over by every wave. You are not a victim of life nor are you to always be searching for victory, as if life were a contest. The prize has already been won. The prize is life. The prize does not come to you already packaged, however. It's like a kit you have to put together. It's not that pieces are missing so much as it is that you have to feel around for them.

You are not a jellyfish, nor are you the mast of a ship that never wavers. Life is viable. You are not entrenched in it. Perhaps you are a little bit of a buoy. You bob along as far as you can go, and yet you are established. You have no boundaries, yet, at the same time, you can't go so far afield as you might think.

You are not the willow nor are you the oak.

You are a vibrant human being. You may be tossed and turned, and yet you land on your feet. No matter what damage you may feel the world does to you, you land on your feet.

I am not recommending that you have hard times, yet I must tell you that what you call adversity does make you strong. Don't be on the lookout for adversity, but when things do not go your way, do not be dismayed. You are being lifted higher.

Consider this: Every person who enters your life contributes to your strength. You may see this one or that as an adversary, and yet, everyone in your life, no matter how brief their rummaging in your life, is a building block of you. Consider people who enter your life as employees. They may wear you down, but they also lift you up. Perhaps they are a little bulge in the road that you have to climb over. Perhaps consider them as vitamins, some hard to swallow.

Thank everyone who comes into your life, for they are a boost. No matter how difficult for you, they are taking you by the elbow and helping you up another rung of the ladder of life. It is not so much that they are to teach you. You are not a jellyfish, yet they may be in your life to shake you up. You are not a can of coconut milk to be shaken, yet it is a little like you are a coconut tree. Shake you and coconuts fall, and you notice that you bear fruit. You notice that there is something for you in everything. Bearing fruit is not the same as losing it.

What I am saying is that life does not weaken you, beloveds. Life strengthens you. However edgy you may feel, however green around the edges, you are growing stronger. Stronger means more resilient, and it also means firmer. You gain clearer pictures. With each step, you find out how strong you are.

There is not any storm that you cannot weather.

You are not made strong in preparation for battle. Don't think that. You are made strong so that you begin to know your own strength. Will you kindly stop dwelling on what you see as flaws? What you see as your greatest flaw may very well be your eminent strength.

So now I ask you once again to look with favor upon yourself. I made you. I made you good. I wound sinews around you to keep you together. I loosen, I tighten. You are all right.

The Snows of Yesteryear

Annette — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 12:13:12 -0500

I know that sadness overcomes you, and it is hard for you to overcome it. I know that sometimes sadness is a morass you fall into.

Do you know what sadness really is? Do you know where it comes from? It comes from the temporality of life on Earth. Sadness has to do with time, time of the past and time of the future. If time is not real, and you do have a vague sense that it is not, then the accompanying sadness is not real either. Attention on what is not real is simply attention on what is not real. Yet it absorbs you.

I understand that your heartache is real enough to you, but you are really rifling through old trunks up in the attic, pulling out old clothes and memories. Or you are looking through the blank pages of your calendar, and fearing what is to come. You see time as ravaging. It takes away what is precious to you, and leaves sadness in its wake. You would eschew time at the same time as you snuggle with it.

You try to remove wrinkles from your neck and fight a losing game. You could be removing attachment, beloveds, and win, for all your sadness is attachment to what seemed to be and will never be again. Beloveds, you might as well mourn every beautiful sunset that goes beneath the horizon, for that exact sunset will not appear again. There is an expression, the snows of yesteryear. Must you mourn them? Must you mourn for that which is gone?

Must your heart be so attached to the past that you can't get it out of your mind? You have difficulty releasing yourself from it. It has released itself from you. You want it to stay, or you want parts of it to stay, and there are parts you want to leave quickly, and yet you hold on to them too. Beloveds, all of the past has to go into the same barrel. It already has said its goodbyes to you. Now it is time for you to wave back at it, or hug it goodbye.

You mourn the memories, and you mourn the lack of memories as well. You mourn what you have forgotten, or forgotten for a moment. You mourn the speed at which the past leaves. Sometimes you want the past to linger, even when you well know you must kiss it goodbye. Anyway, you can only barely reach an illusion with your fingertips of what was always illusion and never was anything else. You remember the oasis that was a mirage, and still you hold its dearness close to you.

Does the fact that the snows of yesteryear melt mean that you must have tears? If you must have tears, have them. Melt the snow in your heart. Melt the longing. Your tears too will finish melting and be gone, and you may mourn them too. You mourn the seeming end of everything, as if your leaving behind what must stay behind seems gauche to you.

You try to pick up all the pieces when there are really no pieces to pick up.

You feel that the end of an era is sad, even when it was an era that you were rushing through lickety-split. You want to keep even that which you don't want. The years seem to gild the edges of life, and even the unprecious becomes precious.

This very moment before you is precious. The arc of the rainbow is right here. I hold it out to you. It is yours. Yesterday's rainbow is gone. Tomorrow's has not yet come. What shall it be, beloveds? Will you accept what I hand to you right now and let the rest go?

The God Dial

Annette — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 14:59:29 -0500

Desire every day that you grow a notch in consciousness.

Say: "Today, help me to grow, dear God. Help me to expand my horizons. Help me to grow out of self-centeredness. May I become God-centered, for I know You are on the right track. Let me follow You. If I do not experience that You are right beside me, then let me seek You. Let me chase You. Let me go on a foray for You. God of My Heart, help me rise to a place of happiness where it is only possible for me to see Your rays of love and to claim them as my own and spread them out like cloth on the Universe You have created."

Do you see how this seems like you are praying to Me, and yet, really, you are reminding yourself of your higher aspirations? I am here listening, yet you are talking to yourself. You turn to Me, and you raise yourself a notch. You hear yourself, and so the dial is set.

As on a radio, you can turn the dial to any station you want. You can also turn the dial of your heart to God. Certainly, you know you have a God dial. It is in your heart. This dial never wears out. In fact, the more you use it, the more easily it turns. You will discover that you can automatically set the dial, and it will always be on.

On this God dial, there can be no interference. Attune it correctly, and you are set for life.

Well, you are set for life in any case. I am always on. Yet, when you turn this dial that doesn't really need to be turned, you are turning yourself in the direction you want to go. This is not the game, Blind Man's Bluff, yet you may have thought I was out of sight when, all the while, it is My eyes you are looking through. Do you feel this sometimes? Do you have that sparkle of awareness that the only eyes that exist are Mine, that they are no longer your two orbs but Mine? When you sense this, is it not spectacular?

Of course, I have loaned My eyes to you. I have given you My heart. Why wouldn't I give you My eyes and My ears? If I am a God Who has given you everything, and I assure you that I AM, then what of Mine do you not have?

Are We getting closer to the mystery of Oneness?

You may think that when you speak, no one is listening to you, and yet your words cross the entire Universe. Mine do, whether heard or not. My words, even before they become words, My thoughts, My love, My unuttered speech, reach entirely, and so then do yours the same. Every breath of yours, of Mine, spans the continents and reaches every heart. Noted or not, all reaches all. Tell Me, where is My vibration not? To whom does it not enter? Heard or unheard, whose heart has been untouched by Me? And whose heart has not been touched by yours?

Knowing this, now you know you are meant to be happy. According to your happiness is the whole world's. Don't tell Me that you can't change the tenor of the world. Where is the dial of your thoughts set? What music do you listen to, and what music do you play, and who does not hear the music you play whether he is aware of it or not?

You cannot turn the dial of your broadcasting off. You are sending transmissions all the time, and you are receiving. Turn the dial to Me.

Stars by Night and Sun by Day

Annette — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 21:49:31 -0500

If you are to give up anything in the world, give up suffering. It is that simple. Suffering is useless. Oh, perhaps it has a utility in that it is like a big sign that says: "Stay out! Don't come back."

But suffering of itself is futility. Suffering does not serve. It simply gorges on itself.

I do understand that pain can be inflicted upon you, but it is accumulated sense of suffering that I speak of. You do not have to claim suffering. You do not have to call it your own. If you can let go of a hot potato, you can let go of suffering. No longer see yourself as one who suffers. No longer see the world as a field of suffering.

Even on a battlefield, a daisy grows. Amidst the field of suffering, there are other places for your eyes to look. There is the sky above with stars by night and sun by day. Certainly there is that which turns light on suffering, takes it from darkness, transmutes it, turns it into compost.

It is not wise to be caught in the frame of mind of suffering. Suffering is like quicksand, beloveds. You sink deeper, and you pull others in with you. What folly!

In one sense, suffering is no different from happiness. In happiness, you pull others with you. Instead of down, however, you pull them up. "Come, stand up here," you say. "There is room. Come where it is nice to be."

If you yourself stand in a pit, how can you pull others up?

Don't go into the pit in the first place. Do not cause others to descend either.

You are to ease suffering on Earth, not dredge yourself in it.

You gain no medals by jumping up and down about the existence of suffering. It is not for you to point it out. It is for you to point to the way to get out. "Exit here. This way to happiness" is to be the sign you carry. Let "Down with suffering. Up with joy" be your placard. Look, beloveds, go on strike when it comes to suffering.

There is enough suffering in the world without your broadcasting it or rehashing it or expanding on it or analyzing it or stuffing it into your heart. Suffering is not a prize to be carried around. It is to be let go of.

Suffering leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Why hang on to it? Why mull it over? Why swallow it? Why even sip it to see what it is like? Spit out suffering, beloveds. Spit it out. It does not belong to you. It is not what you were born for.

If you were meant to swim in life, then come in here where the water is fine. The Ocean is fine, beloveds. Come swim with Me. Come into the sunshine. Come with yourself, and leave suffering behind. It can only weigh you down. But you already know that. So why not leave it? Why not let it go?

Suffering leaves a bad aftertaste, yet it is like smoking. You got used to it. If you find you have run out of a topic of suffering, you feel you must run out to the store to get more. You perhaps get nervous when you are without a cigarette of suffering, so tied to suffering your life has been that you are at a loss without it. What would you do without a cigarette but not smoke? What would you do with suffering but not suffer? Give up the habit, beloveds.

If you fail a test, must you suffer? If you get a flat tire, must you feel aggrieved? If life doesn't pan out the way you wanted, do you have to beat yourself up? Whatever occurs, is it really necessary to add suffering to the mix?

How to Be the Light of the World

Annette — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 21:47:04 -0500

Do you really believe that you can carry the world on your shoulders? Yes, it is true that you are responsible for everyone and everything, but, beloveds, think a minute. If you are responsible for everyone and everything, are you not also responsible for yourself? That you are responsible for the world does not mean that you are to carry all the troubles of the world on your back. Responsibility for the world does not mean that you go under the wheel. It does not mean you are to give up happiness. It means you, too, are to give up suffering.

If you have told yourself that you cannot be happy until everyone in the world is happy, you have made yourself a burden on the world.

You do not wait to eat until the whole world is fed, or you would not be alive in human form to serve the world. You would become the hunger that you meant to relieve the world from.

How different is the field called happiness then? When you forswear your own happiness, how much happiness do you lend to the world? What makes you think you are doing a good thing in carrying all the world's suffering on your shoulders? It is not an either/or choice you have. Your choice is not between being Atlas who carries the world on his shoulders or being a shirker who shrugs the world off his shoulders and says, 'Never mind about the world."

Beloveds, you have to come to peace with yourself, or you will not be granting peace to others. I am not telling you to be selfish. I am telling you not to be a martyr, for whom do you help then?

The Great Ones cared about the world. They wished to end world suffering. They did not make themselves miserable, however. They did not go around feeling guilty. What kind of model would they have been then? They served what was before them. They did not serve the world by cutting their own flesh. They did not serve the world with a sense of overwhelming failure. How would their hands be free to help the world when their arms were full carrying the burdens of the world? They had to set down burdens so that their hands and hearts would be free to serve the world. Your heart has to have the freedom to serve.

If you carry the guilt of the world, whom do you serve? If you carry guilt, you are accusing yourself. When you carry guilt, you are serving ego, for ego has told you that you are supposed to be the Savior. Ego tells you that you are to serve soup to the whole world, and unless you do, you have failed. Ego is not always a booster. Ego beats you over the head. Ego lays you low.

The Great Ones served the world, and yet they served a Higher Master, and that is I. They took joy in serving Me. They looked to joy. They did not riddle their hearts with suffering. They did not beat their chests. They gave themselves a break.

They did not give up on the world. They gave up on suffering. If they were to relieve the world of suffering, they had to relieve themselves of suffering. They did not carry the weight of the world. They carried light instead.

They served those they could serve. They counted those they fed, and took joy. They did not count all the hungry ones they were not able to feed.

Beloveds, somehow you must let go of the suffering in your own heart. Your jaunt in life is not all about you, yet it is something about you. Bless and love the world, and bless and love yourself enough to let go of the oppression of guilt once and for all.

Here You Are

Annette — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 02:11:00 -0500

The future will take care of itself. What is going to be will be. Right now you are somewhere. Right now your foot is on the starting line. Now you are at Go, and now you spring into action. A lot led up to this moment, and yet all that led to this moment is by the wayside now. We could call all that led up to this moment the past, and the past is like litter. It has to be thrown out, beloveds.

Right now you are on the cusp of something, and right now is where you are and where you move from. Of course, you can seemingly stay where you are, and yet you are constantly in flight. By flight I mean taking off. I don't mean running away from, although, of course, that could be your starting-off place as well.

You can ask, "Where am I going?" You can ask, "Where have I been?" You can say, "God, here I am."

Even so, you are not where you think you are. You may think you are in the doldrums. You may think you are on the High Seas. You may think you are in the mountains or the valleys. You may think you are nowhere. Where your body is located is one thing, where you are is another. The body is the body, and, so long as your body is your transportation, it is always somewhere, but long ago We discussed that you are not your body. You are not your car. You are not your house.

You are not the roles you play, no matter how well you play them. You are not mother or father. You are not parent or child. You are not sister or brother, nor are you husband and wife. You are not your relationships. You are soul, or spirit if you prefer. You are akin to Me, and that sums it up.

You are not your travels. You are not the country you visit now. You are not a candidate running for office.

You might say you are a candidate for Heaven, yet that is not accurate. You are more than a candidate. Candidates are in question. There is no question about you. You are already a resident of Heaven, which brings Us back to the idea that you don't know where you are anymore than you know, really know, Who you are.

Nevertheless, you are Who you are, whether you can assimilate that or not. It is no delusion of grandeur that We are One. It is a simple basic fact of life, and yet Our relationship, Our non-relationship as it were, is not palatable to you yet. It is not in your diet. It is so far-fetched to you that it is impenetrable. You cannot in all reason buy it. And, yet, day by day, you are coming more and more into your own power, which is ultimately Mine.

You are aware that you are growing more and more into your own power, aren't you? Less and less do you put the power of others above your seeming own. Less and less do you idolize the world. The humbler you grow, the more you recognize the power of Heaven within you.

This power is not assertive, beloveds, except as you assert it to yourself. You are the learner here. You are the only one who has to learn your i.d. You are the only one who really has to learn your initials and embody them in your life. You are your own teacher, and you are your own student. You are the learner, and you are what you learn. You are the book you read, and yet the pages are blank. The title, however, is "I".

You Are an Heir to a Fortune

Annette — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 02:08:53 -0500

What does it mean that you and I are One? In terms of human life, it is like this:

You are an heir to a fortune. The fortune of your Father is all yours, only you don't quite have access to it. You have the same name as your Father, and the account is yours. It belongs to you. And yet you don't quite have it in your full possession.

Nevertheless, it is good for you to have an inkling of what your inheritance is. It is very good for you to know that all your Father is, you are. It is very good for you to know that all your Father has is yours. In one respect, you are totally your Father. In another respect, you have not yet gained the seniority. The time of your awareness of your inheritance will come, but it may not have come quite yet.

Hearing that you and I are One, you probably say to Me:

"Then why don't I know it? Why don't I live it? Why am I such a fool? God, You don't go around getting Your feelings hurt like I do. You don't do terrible things. You don't get angry, and You don't get tongue-tied. I tell You, honestly, God, I like the idea that I might be You. I like that idea very much. Yet how can it be that I am You? It is so far from my reality.

"I know how crabby I get. I am irritated by little things. You're not. I do not know the answer to the riddles of life. You do.

"I understand I am part of You. I understand I came from You. I understand I will merge with You. I understand that all You are and all You have are meant for me. In that sense they are mine. I can grasp that You are the totality of the Universe, and that if You and I are One, then I am also the Totality of the Universe. And yet, I don't begin to understand. It is like I am in an advanced placement class by mistake.

"It is not that I don't believe You, God. It's just that I can't do the math.

"How can You say that I am You when I am so far away from You?

"You are excellent, God. I would like to be excellent, even a little bit excellent, yet I am just working away, trying to survive, trying to grow, trying to be Your son, trying to be worthy of You. Meanwhile, I am trapped in a human body, framed in a human mind. I know You would say that I have my heart going for me. I understand that somewhere deep in my heart, You abide. I do grasp that the Kingdom of Heaven is within me. I do grasp that You have given me everything, and yet, there is no way in Heaven or Earth, that I can sincerely say I am You. I cannot even get the words out without stammering.

"I may be capable of saying that someday I will operate from the same level that You do, but that is not my Truth now, God. I want there to be You, but I sure don't want You to be me.

"I am on two sides of the fence, God.

"On one hand, I would love with all my heart to be You.

"And yet, on the other hand, I always want You to exist as You are. I want to know You are there, here and everywhere. I want You outside me. I want You to be mightier than I. I want You to be the Mightiest of All. Of course, I wouldn't mind being Everything You Are, and yet I don't really have a clue as to how that ever might be."

Love the World Now

Annette — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 02:07:04 -0500

Hear Me, My children. If I were to express Myself as you often express yourself, you might hear Me say that I am alone in the wilderness and no one hears My pleas. You would never hear Me say that, feel that, think that. Do you yourself sometimes feel that way?

My one plea is that you hear Me. When you hear Me, you receive love. You acknowledge the love you receive. I tell you frankly, nothing can withstand My love.

I am well aware of how world life appears to you — often loveless. There is no such thing as lovelessness. The appearance of lovelessness exists. Yet, in other things, you know that appearances are not always so. Now I am telling you that the appearance of lovelessness is not true. The appearance is only an entertainment of focus.

There is something in My children that wants to be opposed to something. A tug-of-war holds an attraction to you. You like to lament the world. You may say you do not like to lament the world. If that were true, My beloveds, then why do you?

Why is the world held up as an object of scorn? Why do you knock it about in your conversations? Must you take the world in your hands, as it were, and shake it and scold it, knock it down, and cast it off as unworthy of you?

You have thought the world is to dance to your tune, that it had better straighten up and please you to a greater extent than it has until now. Then you will love it. Before you will love the world, you make conditions. I say to love the world now. Love it with abandon. It is My creation. There is plenty in My creation to favor. Start putting your arms around the world now. Start putting leis around its neck.

Treat the world as well as you treat your horse.

Do not kick the world. Give it a hand up. Bless the world. It needs your blessings. It is starved for your blessings. Heap your blessings on the world. Do not leave it to someone else. You are to serve the world as you would have it serve you. Be noble to the world. You come from nobility, beloveds. Treat the world as it craves to be treated. No longer gossip about the world and how it has infringed on you. It has. I know that. Would you rather continue to complain about the state of affairs, or would you rather lift the world higher? What is it you really want?

I adjure you to show the world how it is to be. Show the world what it is to look like. Give the world another picture of itself. Be an artist. Be a spokesperson. Give the world a nice word or two. You want the world to honor you. So honor the world, and it will reciprocate. Give the world an inch of appreciation, and it will give you a mile. Do not bite the hand that feeds you. Say thank you.

How many times have I told you to get out of the past? Where can complaints come from but from the past? Do you want to hold the world in its checkered past, or do you want to free the world? What matters the past when there is a canvas in front of you now for you to paint on? Well, what do you want?

Perhaps when you get up in the morning, you can remind yourself what you are glad for. That would be a worthy reminder. If you stub your toe getting out of bed, instead of cursing, be glad you can get up. Be glad you have a toe. Be glad there is a world spread before you, and that you are alive in it and can make the world as you will simply by letting go of its past.

Have a Cognition of God's Love

Annette — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 02:04:59 -0500

To hear a word from Me is a supreme blessing, and it is a blessing you give to yourself. I certainly do not keep you back from hearing Me. I do not make Myself illusive. I do not sit on a cloud or a mountain somewhere trying to make a great Mystique of Myself. I do not make Myself difficult to approach. I do not make you qualify before you can hear Me. I do not give you tests. I do not flunk a certain percentage to make it come out a preconceived way. Not at all.

Or, if you want to say that I weight the dice, well, then, I weight them in your favor. I preconceive that you will hear Me. I sit down right beside you. I speak. I call your name. I whistle. I dance a jig. I tap you on your shoulder. I say, "Wait a second. Be still and hear Me. Hear My voice above all the throng."

You may be too preoccupied to hear Me. Your mind may be so filled with static that you can't hear Me. Or perhaps you are simply chattering so much, your wayward thoughts drown out My purposeful ones. Beloveds, many times you have turned a deaf ear to Me.

This is not to chasten you. This is not to develop one iota of guilt in you. This is to wake you up so you will pause a moment to hear Me. I shake your shoulder so you will pause a moment to hear even an echo of My love for you. It's okay if you don't hear My words right now. It's okay. The day will come. But right now, have even a dollop of My love. Have a cognition of My love landing on your forehead like a snowflake, or like a tiny jab in your heart.

Bend your ear to Me. Lean into My love. Close your eyes a moment and feel My arms around you. Sense My eyes looking at you with love such as you have never consciously seen before. Sense your eyes looking into Mine. Sense My eyes looking into yours, and do not leave My gaze. Sense a greater sense of yourself emerging through My eyes.

What more is there, My beloveds? Heap all the treasures of the world up in one place, and they do not equal the one treasure of My gaze upon you. I do not tell you to throw away the treasures of the world. I tell you to add Me to the top of the pile. It is not that I need your attention on Me. No, it is you who needs your attention on My love. How will you know you have all My love until you pay attention? You have it, all My love, only you haven't been paying attention. You haven't even noticed.

It does not take daring to look at Me. You do not have to cover your eyes. You have to uncover your eyes. Being humble does not mean that you do not look into My eyes. Being humble is looking into My eyes. This is the obedience that is spoken of. This obedience is not in the following of rules. It is in following My heart and acknowledging that it is yours.

Become familiar with My heart. Come, see it through My eyes and the reflection in yours. Soon enough, you won't know whose eyes you are looking through, yours or Mine. Soon enough, you won't know whose voice you hear, yours or Mine.