Love always renews itself. It is refreshing. Love pulses, and each pulse brings new waves of fresh love. There is no backing-up of love, for love itself is its course. The flow is love. It is burgeoning love. It is a sunburst, love is.

Concern is not love. Caring isn't even love because there is a certain worry that goes along with caring. Love is worry-free. When an arrow has been shot from its bow, it is not concerned or wavering or worrying. It just goes. But, unlike arrows, love has no mark. Love does not really have a target. It is its own outpouring.

Love is an impulse that swells in itself. Love is its own conclusion. It is its own goal.

So when you are worried sick over a loved one, that is not manifestation of love. That is fear gone rampant. Let love go rampant. Let love go further, and you will be ahead of fear and it will not catch you.

Concern over loved ones is fraught with smallness. Your concern is your holding on. Your concern is your control where none is needed.

Are you and your loved ones in My care or not?

If you are, then what can you worry over? That an outcome is not what you would choose?

When an outcome is what you would choose, was it your doing?

Listen a moment to what I am saying.

Your worries are always for naught. Worry would not exist except that you think one direction is correct and another ill-advised.

Whether a loved one lives or dies — it is not your choice. It may be your will, but it is not your choice. The how's and why's and the when's are not your decision either. Let loose your love upon the winds of time. The hearts of your loved ones belong to Me in any case, and I am the Great Giver of Freedom. And so you must give freedom as well.

Your worry and your concerns are a holding on. Holding on is attachment. And all attachment is control.

Let life alone. Let it go according to its own path. You cannot be the decider because you do not know what to decide. You have preferences, of course, but your preferences are not based upon a big enough picture. They are what you want, but you simply don't know enough. Your wants are short-sighted.

Want that My Will be done.

Trust in My Will.

Trust that I, too, love. Trust that I too take care, but I have no concern. I have joy. Worry is an aberration, and I have none.

If you knew the joy that reaches all and that all reach, you would laugh at your worries. You would see that you were fraught over one drop of water when the ocean is heaped up beside you. And the one drop you are concerned about is already part of the ocean, as are you.

So what is all the fuss about? The end result of all your worries is the same. I am all that can happen.

No matter what you think is happening, I abound. And I have receivership of all beings. Those who are in My care need have no worries about anyone or anything in My care. And all, every which one, is in My care. You abide in My nursery of love, and I am everything there. And you who are Mine revolve in My heart and you are always in My arms and in My sight. What could I possibly let happen to you?

No matter what the surface, no matter what transpires there, you are fully Mine, always have been, always will be, always are. Be as absorbed in Me as I am in you, and you will see what is right before you and Who is awaiting your awareness so patiently. All there is is love, and you and I are it. We are no less. We are more.