Well, yes, you are an instrument of My love. Everyone is. What else could you be? Stay close to your own heart, beloveds, and you will know your closeness to Me.
Being an instrument of My love takes no effort, you understand. Love isn't something you do, for love is what you naturally are. That you allow interference to block your love, well, that is well known, yet nothing is to interfere with the love to be emanated from you.
It is like your love is hidden in plain sight, yet it is sometimes hidden by brambles and snips of this and that.
I do not tell you to stomp down on the interferences or cover them up. I tell you to let love rise.
I do not tell you to pretend. I don't ask you to be false. I ask you to be true to yourself and true to Me. You don't have to wander far away, beloved.
Anger and resentment and envy and greed and other lesser perceived needs may visit you, but they are not you. They are visitors and often unmannerly ones to boot. You do not have to make them welcome. And when you find you have welcomed them, you have every right to tell them to leave and not to come back. You are not indentured to anything less than who you are. You are love. No matter how many times I tell you that you are love, this fact does not seem to sink into you.
It is so easy for you to believe that you are angry, distraught, suffering, put upon, unappreciated and so forth, and yet somehow it is hard for you to accept that you are love. You don't have to let the love that you are be sullied. You don't have to. You may. You certainly have, yet you don't have to. Where did you get the idea that you have to, that you are obliged, that you have to be polite and take in what is lesser than you are?
You would not keep pimples to you, and yet you keep lesser emotions. It could be that this is just a habit. Habits can be broken, beloveds. You have choices you can make, and choices are for you to make.
Will you choose to be the love you already are now, right now? Begin by being cheerful. Accept cheerfulness. It's easy to do when you let go of the past. Being cheerful is not easy when you hold the worn-down past to you. Once again I can only say to you, "Beloveds, let go of the past. Let bygones be bygones. Let them go. Why would you keep bygones to you? Why would you press them to your heart like a dear love letter? Even love letters you have to let go of. The love will stay. You don't need the perfume of the past. You need the freshness of this very instant of Eternity."
Perhaps you don't believe that you can let go. I assure you that you can. Oh, yes, sometimes you will fall flat on your face in your attempts to let go of the past and all that it has accrued. Get up and keep going. Be valiant. You can do it. You can get up from the past and all its residue.
You are My beloved. Remember this instead of the past. Remember that you are here to be an instrument of My love. Consider yourself a flute of My love upon which music is played. Be My flute that makes music. I will recline and listen to the music you make that is Mine. All glory to the flute that plays My music for the love of all.