A River of Love

God said:

You are a beautiful jewel that I hold in My hand and turn to the light. How you catch the light, and in so many ways! I turn you toward the Sun, and you become all light. My light and your light become One. There is no longer My hand holding you. There is simply Our light shining.

Our light might be called blinding, and yet Our light is the opposite of blinding. It is seeing. In the light, We see. We see what really is and what matters, and We know. We know light, and We know the beauty of it. We are the beauty of it. We are the light, beloveds. You and I are the light We give, and We are the light We are. We are lighted love.

You may say that you crave love more than you are able to give it. You may say that anyone can throw you a few crumbs of love, and you pick them up off the ground voraciously, and no amount of love is enough for you. You may say that you don't get that much anyway nor are you able to give much if at all. As best you can tell, you light up with love equal only to the amount of love given to you. You may think of yourself as a love-hound rather than one who is able to give love. You may think of yourself as a constant forager for love, sort of like one who digs for diamonds. You are always looking for diamonds of love. You pick them up, turn them over, and they are never right. Only for a while do you hold the illusion that you hold a diamond in your hand. Sooner or later, it seems to you, the diamond turns into dust.

Whether you are the hunter for love or the prey, you are swimming in the stream of love. Which end of the stream you are swimming in is okay. You are in the stream. You are in the stream of love. Ultimately, it is your own love that you are hunting for. You see a reflection of it every once in a while, and then the reflection escapes you. Keep swimming in this stream, beloveds.

Yes, sometimes your swim is disrupted, and you think you will never swim in the river of love again, but you will. You know you will. The fact is that there is no other stream to swim in. Your life on Earth is all about the light of love.

You seek to know that you are worthy of love. You look for your own love in others' eyes. And all the love in the world does not seem to be enough, so eager is your heart for love. Even the seemingly coldest heart is eager for love. If only your beleaguered heart would believe in its love!

Even when you love Me with all your heart, still you often feel on the outskirts of love, as if love were a territory that somehow is off bounds for you, as if love were a land where everyone else can visit and take up residence, but not you. Somehow you fear you lack the passport. No matter how you try to get in, you feel rather like what is called an illegal alien. Love is for others, yet somehow not for you. No matter how you try, you just don't seem to be able to get through.

And even My love does not seem to be enough for you. You want to hold love in your hand like a diamond in the same way I hold you in My hand and turn you to the light. You want to love like I do, and yet your hand and your love are not steady.

Never mind. My hand is steady, and you are an offering of love, and you do shine brightly, even when your light seems to have wandered off.

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"In Him we live and move and

"In Him we live and move and have our being."

That's how Scripture describes our relation to Love or God. God is everywhere, so there is no place God or Love is not. We just don't notice it so often. But sometimes we do.

I relate just a few instances that happened just yesterday when I went skiing at a local hill about fifty miles from my home here in western Montana.

I rode with a friend. His wife mentioned to me two days before that he was going, and suggested we might go together. That was love inviting sharing.

Our visit along the hour's drive was full of energy (LOVE). No dead spots in the conversation as we talked about a natural foods store we both frequent, as I related stories of a friend who took up skiing at 68 and died at 91, who climbed the highest peak in the Bitterroot Mountains to celebrate his 90th birthday. (The headline with a photo on the front page of our local paper read. "90 and climbing.") That article was so inspiring that the reporter who did the story said the newspaper sold more copies that day than any in its 100 year history.

Blue sky, brilliant sun, temperature about 20 degrees, trails well groomed, ideal for skiing. But still I had to struggle to focus on all this beauty, Love, for my thoughts bombarded me with all the negative things, like would I ever let go enough to accept the love of a woman in my life or continue to distrust, like would there be another job after my present one was completed.... (I build cabinets.)

I went into the ski lodge and began to take off my ski boots. A young boy, maybe twelve, sat next to me and with a smile on his innocent face said, "Are you having fun.?" Instantly I was back in the present. HIs simple question reminded me that love is all around.

"Everyone is God speakiing. Why not be polite and listen?"

Paul

"In Him we live and move and have our being."

"Everyone is God Speaking so why not be polite and listen?" Yes sweet Paul we should all listen to each other and how love loaded it would be if we could all hear what the we hear the other saying. "Having ear they don't hear." That goes for eyes too but we see what we want to see when we need to see it. I wish you more and more fun in this time you have of building cabinets. You build nice thought and probably nice cabinets.

Love you for the thought system that you are building

George loves oak but walnut is good too

The STEADY HAND

When my darling of 64 years died I thought the River of Love had dried up. Then I met Heaven Letters and Gloria introduced me back to the River of Love from a whole group of new lovers. Your love brightens my day in more ways than I can express. Gloria and admin lovers put up with all my gushy stuff even when it makes sense only to me. So.....I say "Thanks to Gloria and all who have come to know and love me and put up with my foibles and joy-bells. Your River is so darn buoyant and the HAND so steady! WOW!.

George floating down stream with a happy grin

Torrential Love George

Dearest George,

you shower torrential love on all ceaselessly. I don't count the times your postings take my breath away, my heart misses a beat or tears just come for you are so much love that my heart seems unable to drink it all. I thank you and I thank God for being here with you now.

Berit floating happily with you

Dancing in the rain with Berit

I guess it really is coasting merrily down the stream of life on our rafts singing of life's form of love.
You sure ring my bell!

Love

George grinning even more

River of Love says it

River of Love says it all.

In the light, We see. We see what really is and what matters, and We know. We know light, and We know the beauty of it. We are the beauty of it. We are the light, beloveds. You and I are the light We give, and We are the light We are. We are lighted love.

Indeed there is no other river to swim in, so lucky, aren't we ??

Much love
Berit

Lucky or blessed

Life takes on a more beautiful hue with you

George

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Hello Friends,

God said lighted love
You are a jewel I hold
A love offering

Love, Light and Aloha!