I am a trumpet call. I am a true note calling to you. All the sounds in the world call to you. Your ear responds to them all, so much so that sometimes you are distracted. Yet, amid all the other noise, you can still hear My call. It is an underlay. Sometimes it is by the quietness of My note that you distinguish it from all the throng.

Yet within all the other sounds, the note of My trumpet rings. It is contained in all others. You may catch it as a beat, a soft rhythm, a tender reverberation that you hear from somewhere. You are not sure where. Perhaps it is from within your own heart that My trumpet blares or is stilled between breaths.

You can be certain, in any case, that I call you. I am the Caller, and you are the answerer. Just as I may call you in silence, so can you answer Me in silence. You answer Me just by listening. Or by looking up.

It doesn't matter what We say to each other. We have companionable silence. I can say just Hmmm to you, and it's wonderful. You answer Ahh, and that is wonderful. What is it that We have to say anyway. What is there to say that equals what We are to one another. We are beyond words. We Who are beyond time and space, certainly We are beyond words which propel themselves forth in time and space. Words are mere echoes of something else that is nameless and wordless. There are no words for what We are to each other. We are.

Words try to describe what We are to each other, but no words give the meaning of what We are. We are beyond meaning. That We are is the irrefutable meaning.

You never use My Name in vain. And you cannot say it enough. When you say to someone, "God bless you", that is not a request or suggestion. What you are really saying is, "God blesses you", for at every moment I do. Blessing is what I am. I am the Blessing of you. I do nothing but bless. But what does that mean? It does not mean I am mumbling words over you. It means I am with you. How could I be less or other than a blessing? That is My mission.

I blessed the world into creation. With every breath I bless. Blessing is not something I have to go out of My way to do. It is as natural as breathing, more natural. I cannot do anything but bless you.

Your task is one of noticing where I have left blessing for you, which is the same as to say acquainting yourself with where I am, and where I am is everywhere, and that includes your own tender heart, so often discounted.

My blessings may seem invisible until you see them, but they are there, right out in the open before you. You have passed over them many times. Take another look. You are tripping over My blessings.

And that you are one of My blessings must not escape your notice. And that you are a blessing to Me must not escape your notice. The eye of God is always on you, shining light on you, trying every which way to catch your eye. I wave My hand, I blare My trumpet, I nod, I call you to Me. Oh, come. Right here I am. Lean towards Me. I am right here. I am looking right at you.