Oh, My beloveds, I have invited you to a picnic, and you have accepted My invitation. I have prepared such a feast of wonders for you. Alas, you notice the ants! You notice that it might rain, or that the sun is too hot, or the ground you sit on is too hard or the bench you sit on is not comfortable enough. You notice there is a beautiful lake, and yet you notice that it is not the Indian Ocean. Your picnic may take place in Central Park or in Australia, and yet you may think how nice it would be if I had invited you to a picnic somewhere else. Beloveds, I invited you to the mountains or the valleys where you find yourself. The thing is: I invited you, and you came.
I have invited you to a picnic on Earth, and you quibble about it. Isn't that something, beloveds? Have you not complained about life on Earth? Has it not displeased you? Have not My other children irritated you? Are you not sometimes or often grumpy about one thing or another?
You seem to forget at Whose picnic you are. You may wish for a complaint department, or you want a Heaven customer service representative to give you better service. I am taking care of you, and I ask you to help take care of others. Would you not offer another piece of pie to others at the picnic where you are?
If you get bored, could you not go around and see what you could do to enliven the picnic?
Perhaps you could go for a swim and show others how delightful the water is. Perhaps you could splash joy. Perhaps you would co-host the picnic with Me. By all means, join with Me. We do not have to be guests and host. We can all be guests, and We all can be hosts. We can make Our picnic a rollicking picnic. We can make it unforgettable and get ready for another picnic next week.
This picnic right now, the very one you are attending now, perhaps you haven't noticed some of the activities. You have walked right past them. It is not that you have to go on every ride, and yet you can recognize all the offerings. If you cannot see far, climb a tree and see further. You will see that I am sitting on the top of that tree, and I see very far. Perhaps it is a mountain I sit on the top of. Perhaps you will join Me.
Perhaps We will become an orchestra together. I will play the fife, and you play the triangle or bang sticks. What is wonderful is that We make music together, and the music We make can be heard everywhere in the world. It can be heard on all the picnic grounds anywhere and everywhere.
What mountain would you like to be on with Me? What would you like to do here together with Me? Practice it now. Will you give speeches, or will you dance? Will you sweep the floors or move the furniture? Will you open a store, or will you make potato salad?
And what would you like Me to do for you, beloveds? Where would you like Me to be with you? Do you want to sit on a mountain peak with snow or on a hot volcano? Whatever you desire, you can count on Me. I will be there with you. I am with you right now. Wherever you are, I am with you.