The joke is on you, beloveds. All the turmoil and drama, although so deep and prolific and important-seeming, can be compared to a hill of beans. Let's face it, you like excitement. You like having something noteworthy to tell someone. You have even been known to enjoy a new twist of gossip. What would you occupy your mind with if you didn't believe you had tremendous life-shaking urgencies to take care of and tremendous news to tell?
By the same token, even in calm, you like to be busy, even over-busy. You set the tempo of your life too fast, and then you may add complaints about it to the mix. Oh, how busy you are! How hard-working you are! All you have to do! No one has ever been so busy as you.
Even some of those who work full-time for Me have this, where they make themselves too busy. I will not mention names. It makes Me wonder if they think they have something to make up for.
Look at Me! I don't work hard. I never did. I am out of time so, of course, I have all the time in the world to just be and to accomplish everything. Not only do I not rush, I feel no need to rush. I don't procrastinate either. I am a smooth-running freewheeling God. I meet no obstacles. I feel no pressure. I never get out of breath. I enjoy ambling through life. I don't bend down to pick the flowers either, but you may be sure I enjoy them. By the same token, I enjoy you. I do no bending down when it comes to you either, for I have already picked you up. You are right in front of Me, always in view, always in My heart, always near and dear to Me.
You don't see it yet, but you are the glory of God. What I created has to be My glory. You have thought otherwise. Have you perhaps even thought you were My downfall? Have you thought you were My disappointment? I have no disappointment. I have no doubt either. I know you are My divine child made of My love and My Will.
Have you perhaps thought I make mistakes? Beloveds, you make mistakes, and you may make a big deal of them, and yet they count for nothing. Over one mistake, you browbeat yourself, adding mistakes along the way. You are proficient.
When I see what you call mistake, I see an anthill, and I wonder at the magnificence of your creativity. I cannot help but think if you took all the focus you presently put on what you see as error and put the attention onto something more forthcoming, how far ahead you would be. It must be you cannot do the math, beloveds! One would think you believe in error, regret, self-recrimination more than you believe in all the good you can do. No question, when it comes down to it, you have it askew. I've got to tell you, beloveds, you have nothing to atone for.
Whatever grievousness you may have caused, you don't have anything to atone for. Tell Me, is not atoning living in the past? You know I want you to get out of the past, so why would I ever stick you in the past? There is no past. What you think of as the past is ink that was washed away the minute you wrote with it. It was watercolor in the rain.
Do you think I would put you in a corner and make you stay there until you learn a lesson? I would not. I will not. I have not.
Come out from wherever you are. Never mind about yesterday. Come with Me today.