You are a beautiful jewel that I hold in My hand and turn to the light. How you catch the light, and in so many ways! I turn you toward the Sun, and you become all light. My light and your light become One. There is no longer My hand holding you. There is simply Our light shining.
Our light might be called blinding, and yet Our light is the opposite of blinding. It is seeing. In the light, We see. We see what really is and what matters, and We know. We know light, and We know the beauty of it. We are the beauty of it. We are the light, beloveds. You and I are the light We give, and We are the light We are. We are lighted love.
You may say that you crave love more than you are able to give it. You may say that anyone can throw you a few crumbs of love, and you pick them up off the ground voraciously, and no amount of love is enough for you. You may say that you don't get that much anyway nor are you able to give much if at all. As best you can tell, you light up with love equal only to the amount of love given to you. You may think of yourself as a love-hound rather than one who is able to give love. You may think of yourself as a constant forager for love, sort of like one who digs for diamonds. You are always looking for diamonds of love. You pick them up, turn them over, and they are never right. Only for a while do you hold the illusion that you hold a diamond in your hand. Sooner or later, it seems to you, the diamond turns into dust.
Whether you are the hunter for love or the prey, you are swimming in the stream of love. Which end of the stream you are swimming in is okay. You are in the stream. You are in the stream of love. Ultimately, it is your own love that you are hunting for. You see a reflection of it every once in a while, and then the reflection escapes you. Keep swimming in this stream, beloveds.
Yes, sometimes your swim is disrupted, and you think you will never swim in the river of love again, but you will. You know you will. The fact is that there is no other stream to swim in. Your life on Earth is all about the light of love.
You seek to know that you are worthy of love. You look for your own love in others' eyes. And all the love in the world does not seem to be enough, so eager is your heart for love. Even the seemingly coldest heart is eager for love. If only your beleaguered heart would believe in its love!
Even when you love Me with all your heart, still you often feel on the outskirts of love, as if love were a territory that somehow is off bounds for you, as if love were a land where everyone else can visit and take up residence, but not you. Somehow you fear you lack the passport. No matter how you try to get in, you feel rather like what is called an illegal alien. Love is for others, yet somehow not for you. No matter how you try, you just don't seem to be able to get through.
And even My love does not seem to be enough for you. You want to hold love in your hand like a diamond in the same way I hold you in My hand and turn you to the light. You want to love like I do, and yet your hand and your love are not steady.
Never mind. My hand is steady, and you are an offering of love, and you do shine brightly, even when your light seems to have wandered off.