The realm of My heart has no levels. No one who sits in the Heaven of My Heart sits higher than another. No one. Not you. Not anyone. And everyone sits in the Heaven of My heart. In the realm of My heart, there is no one better than you. There is no one less than you. This has to be so because I do not discriminate. I do not make judgments.
My question, if I had a question, is: "Is this child Mine?" And, of course, this child — every child — is Mine. I do not play favorites, or, I could say, all are My favorites. Beloveds, there is not one child of Mine that I do not favor. Each one of Oneness is the child of My heart, and what else is there to say about it?
Are there those who are closer to My Will than others? Certainly. I do not hold against any child of Mine that he is learning and has more to learn. If I did so, would I not then be judging?
If I counted error, beloveds, I would be busy all day on small things. But I am a God of Greatness, and I do not, like you, spend My time on small things. Why, I do not even stop to see small things!
You may be striving to be more. You may be striving to learn all the world's lessons. You may see how far you have to go. I do not waste My time on such trivial pursuits. I see no need to. I do not even consider it. I do not tally your misdemeanors. I see My light in you instead. What would I spend My time and Myself on but that? What else would I care to look at? I am not eager nor quick to look for fault. It does not interest Me. You interest Me, not your worldly success nor failure. You.
I root for you every inch. I know full well that you are the hero of My dream. I also see ahead. I see you running over the finish line, finished with smallness, that is. I see you without all the encumbrances you see yourself with. You keep measuring imagined distances and differences. I see Truth while you see supposition. I instantly see your glory, while your finger traces over past events as if they were momentous. I will consent that they were momentous to you. That is just the point I am making. They were momentous to you, yet I see them as a mere flick of the wrist. You think these momentous events amount to something, whereas I see that you amount to something: Greatness.
You snort and ask: "God, let's be real. How can You possibly say I amount to Greatness? Have you really taken a good look at me lately?"
Yes, My child of love, I certainly have looked at you lately. I am telling you what I see. I encourage you to see as I do. Why don't you look at the lovely sight I do? Why not see with My eyes? Aren't you even a little bit tired of your nearsightedness? Put down your microscopic vision. Trade it in for Mine. With My vision, you will see Wholeness, and wouldn't you like to? Come now, wouldn't you really like to see with My eyes?
I have given you My heart, and now I offer you My eyes. Take them. I can see very well with My heart. I see you. I see your genes. I see you as you are. You see a blur. If you would like to see clearly, see with My eyes. Here, take them. I give you My eyes so that you may see all the gold in the Universe and not miss your own.