Like a Christening
Consider the Christmas season like a christening. Consider each snowflake as a blessing for Christmas tide. Consider that the ringing of bells on Earth is echoed by the ringing of bells in Heaven. There is something irresistible about the tinkling of bells. They remind you of something. Perhaps a music heard long ago, and you just can't quite remember where. In any case, they ring a bell in your heart. "Listen," says your heart.
When you make a snowman, you have pleasure. Imagine My pleasure when I made you with My hands and blew eternity into you. Imagine My pleasure.
You love how smoothly a sleigh rides over the snow. That's how you want life to be. No bumps. Just smooth effortless gliding. Consider life a sleigh ride then. You can keep going merrily. There are no impediments to life except those which you bow down to, put before yourself and put before Me.
Mind where you are looking.
Red ribbons symbolize your heart. Look how beautiful red ribbons are.
Poinsettas are poignant.
Your shimmering thoughts are tinsel.
Pine needles fall off like plucked memories. And yet the tree stands.
Everything in life is a toy of one kind or another. Some are called toys. Some are called important. But toys all. Even your home is a playhouse. There is nothing wrong with toys. Toys are good. They just aren't everything. Next to your beating heart, they are nothing at all.
You lie in the snow and you flail your arms and make angel wings. How fitting. Now you are getting somewhere. Now you are closer to Truth.
Christ was born so that you might know what you are capable of.
But still you don't know. You don't attempt. You would rather not attempt. You may feel you want to stay where you belong. Of course, you just don't know where you belong, beloveds, either that or you won't admit it. You belong with Me.
Don't be long, be quick in coming to Me for I will carry you on My shoulders or on wings of angels if you prefer, or you will carry Me. I weigh nothing. You carry Me now. You have no choice in the matter. The only choice you have is to acknowledge Me and acknowledge where I am which is everywhere and deep, deep within you.
Acknowledgement is a form of commitment, and you are afraid to commit. You keep your feet in two boats for fear of stepping into One. Is this not true, that you fear you will fall? Do you not think that letting go is the same as falling, and you fear falling? Fall in love, beloveds. Fall in love.
When love is all that exists on Earth, what can you fall into but the arms of love? Whose arms are arms of love if not Mine? Fall into My arms then. Leap in to My arms. Hop into My arms. I hold you close. I never let you go. I never did. I never would. That is the one thing I am incapable of. To let go of you is incomprehensible to Me. You are Myself. I cannot possibly let go of you. I wouldn't if I could. It is not even a possibility that I could. What is Mine is Mine, and you are Mine. You are Myself. I repeat Myself so that you will hear.
Will you join Me now in blessing the universe? Will you join Me now in loving creation? Will you join Me now in Whom you are already joined?