It is a beautiful thing to give love. Everyone I know in the world can use some quiet love, and I know everyone. We can call this love solace. Give solace to another, beloveds. This is the least you can do in gratitude to Me. It is in My heart and My trust and is My desire that you give solace, not to one, not to two, but to all.
Everyone has had a heartbreak or two. Everyone is recovering from something. It may be a long ago hurt. It may be from a recent blow. Every heart, no matter how brave its show, has entitlement to yours.
Solace is not giving sympathy. It is a simple understanding that, in the long haul, everyone's voyage in life is tender, and, for that reason, everyone can use more tenderness. Call it gentleness. Call it reconciliation. Call it love.
Everyone's heart is hungry and thirsty. Everyone's heart yearns for acknowledgment of its role in life. Every heartbeat whispers that it can always use a boost. A boost from your heart is invited. Every heart is happy to know that it is surrounded by other hearts, especially yours. Everyone wants your heart to say hello. Your heart has to beat for something. It has to beat its drum for more than its own sustenance.
No heart is meant to keep to itself. No heart is meant to suffer. If it must suffer, it is not meant to suffer isolation. Have your heart ready to heal another's.
Have no advanced publicity. The attention isn't on your heart and how big it is. The attention is on every other heart. When someone 3,000 miles away from you in physical terms needs a simple blessing from you, then a simple thought from you of your sending love, and your heart-mailed love will be received. This is a given. Every ray of love you send is received. Send plenty.
If you have the idea that you have an enemy, why, send your love to him or her as well. See what happens. See what happens to your own heart. Where it may have been tense, it will dissolve into ease. Your own talons of hurt will fly away, evicted by your own love messaged from your heart to another's.
How significant is a heart! How powerful! Love is love, and the love in your heart is as powerful as Mine. Your love goes out over the airways just as Mine does. And, anyway, Whose Heart is it? Ultimately, Whose One Heart do you have from which you can send out your messages of love? And from Whose One Heart does your heart receive all the blessings and solace that it does? Where did you think love comes from?
Imagine a flock of geese. They are many individual geese certainly. And yet there is a flock of geese. You may think it odd that I compare the Oneness of My Heart of Love to a flock of geese.
Compare My heart to anything. Compare it to a box of chocolates. To see one truffle is wonderful. To see one whole opened box of luscious truffles beckoning to you is more powerful. This thought alone makes your mouth water.
One daisy is a beautiful thing, and yet to see a whole field of daisies can delight your heart so much that you find yourself dancing for joy in the simple field of daisies.
Imagine the joy of the world in being filled with hearts that share themselves rampantly. Imagine all those hearts, yours included, and the Oneness of Mine that they are. Imagine the dancing then!