If I am a Miracle-Maker, what can you then be but a miracle? Not an accident. Not a confusion. Not a coincidence. You can only be a miracle of Mine. Many miracles do not make any other miracle less. Each miracle is wonderful. Each is more wonderful than you can imagine.
But imagining is a good place to begin. Start with imagining that you are wonderful. Start imagining what it would be like if you were God's miracle. How you would come from a wider range and higher place! How you would step out of this mire of ordinariness that you mistakenly put yourself in! How high your heart would ascend! How lighted you would be!
Increase your appetite for the miracle that you are. Get your juices flowing. You are a hungry man amidst a feast wherever you turn. You are a thirsty man with a glass of freshly-squeezed lemonade in your hand. This is the moment just before you drink. You are a nobleman before the court of the King. The King dubs you Knight. The King acknowledges the knighthood of the man before him with great ceremony. The noble was a Knight before he received the title. Knighthood was a name given to that which he already was.
You are already lighted. We had the ceremony long ago. Your attention since wandered off, and you forgot what was already established. You have been searching for your own name, and you have looked everywhere in a transitory way. You have even been seeking for the name of that which you seek. It seemed so vague before you, you did not know what to call it. But you knew there was something and it was something great and you wanted it and more of it and you wanted it to be yours and you wanted to be it.
And now I tell you that you are it. You are seeking that which you have already been proclaimed. If there were no words and no one made faces, you would know the vastness that you are. It would never be questioned.
Are you or are you not My child?
Am I or am I not your Father?
Am I not possessed of great abilities?
And would you not inherit them? Would I not give them to you gladly? What other happiness does a father have but to bequeath everything to his son or daughter?
If My vision is good, is not yours also?
If I lay My heart out for all the world to draw strength from, then why not you draw strength?
If I am Love and Truth and Beauty, what else can you be?
I am God Almighty. Whose DNA do you have but Mine?
I see no other Creator and I know of no other. I am the One God, and you, who are an intimate part of Me, cannot be apart from Me. We are permanently entwined by the nature of Love Itself.
What is all this fuss on earth about? How did it get there?
When you have a floor to sweep, the question is not how did the dirt get there nor how did so much accumulate. Simply sweep it out.
That which you have accrued that dims the holiness of the beauty of Our One Heart, sweep it out. It never ever belonged with you. It was never apportioned to you, and it was never your right to hold it.
Become that which you already are and claim it. Golden are you, and so golden be. Your eyes are diamonds that I mined for you in Heaven.