I would like to talk about the world as an apple in My hand, a most beautiful rosy red apple, radiating energy like the sun, radiating My energy like the sun. I hold this apple, and I adore it. I set it in motion to twirl, and so it expanded itself, and now the round apple of the world holds you. I hold all in My hands. I hold with love. Not one speck of life on the world is without My love. The world is an apple of My love. The world is the orchard I have planted. I gaze adoringly on My orchard. I am well-pleased.
You are the fruit of My seed that grows. The beautiful beasts of the field have been braced with limits, yet there is no limit on their love. You have been blessed with no limits. You are the field of all possibilities. It is to you I gave the whole range to roam on. I named you the leader of the land you live on. I bequeathed you the world to make of it as you will. There were no ceilings put on you. You can go as high as you like. No limits for you. You are so busy that sometimes, as bizarre as it is, you forget the love you are made of. You forget to love. You look into eyes and do not see. What do you see when you do not see Me? What fiction do you see? What do you not see, beloveds? What do you not see?
My awareness of you and what I created when I created you is great. I put you in charge, so great was My awareness and confidence. I have not lost My confidence in you. It is you, beloveds, who may have lost your confidence.
I would give you back your confidence. Where did you lose it? Rather, where do you think it is gone? I never took it away from you, so where did you put it? Is it hanging out of your pocket? Did you leave it on the dresser along with your keys?
Your confidence goes hand in hand with your vision. If only you would know what I created when I created you. If only you would have a glimpse. Never mind that then. Will you have confidence in Me? Will you confide in Me and accept what I give to you now and what I gave to you long ago? Will you say:
"Dear God, sometimes I am forgetful. Thank You for reminding me of my heritage from You. Thank You for reminding me that I am not lowly as I seem to see myself. You think highly of me. There are those who do not. Yet You, the King of All, see me as a Holy Being. I would like to regain my eyesight. Lend me Your eyes so that I may see as You do see, and so that I may be as You deem me to be on a par with You. I admit that sometimes I cannot get my hands around this, and so I feel I exist in a small corner of the Universe, and that I am not of much value at all, if any.
"So now You ask me to simply believe You. How can I not believe You, my One God, the God of All? And yet it has been so easy to forget and so easy to let my vision stray far from Yours.
"Even though today, as yet I do not see with Your remarkable eyes, I will remember and I will look further, and so I will see You everywhere smiling at me. I thank You."