Feel what peace is like. You can have it now. Feel it, and you have it.
When you love, when you truly love from your heart as love loves, then you are at peace.
As you hear Me say that, you may sit up straight and say that isn't so, that you have much anxiety concerning love, that you have perhaps most of your anxiety concerning love in one form or another.
Beloveds, yes, when your love is focused on a specific object of your vast love, you have concerns. You ask: "Will this person love me as much I love? If he loves me today, will he love me tomorrow? How can I live without his love?"
The love I speak of does not glom onto someone. It is a general outgoing kind of love dependent upon nothing but itself. The love I speak of has nothing to do with attachment.
You may not discern the difference between love and attachment. I have even heard of My children who love someone with all of their heart and soul. When their love is no longer reciprocated, then their love turns to resentment and a sense of having been wronged. What did the person do wrong that you indict him or her? That is not love. That is attachment. What kind of love is that which says, "You did me wrong! Since I'm hurt, I want you to hurt as I do."
Beloveds, what kind of love is that? What you thought was deep love was deep attachment. You made a puppet of someone you once thought you loved. You loved their love of you. Love does not control another person. Love gives, and that's it. You loved how that person made you feel. Feel love. Be love. This does not mean deleting yourself, beloveds. It means you go on in your life, and you bless the one that your heart may tug at still, and let him go.
I have heard of people who hold on to their hurts and resentments even when the person who supposedly caused their hurt is no longer in a body on Earth, and yet their heart is nevertheless still wounded. Who kept this wound, beloved? Will you let old wounds go and bless instead?
You are not an octopus who puts tentacles around anyone else. Let your love be a bird or a butterfly. Let your love be a flower that is happy when a bee alights, and doesn't feel affronted when the bee leaves. The flower does not make a tragic event of it. The flower goes on being a flower. Cannot love keep on being love? In your heart, can you not keep love and let My people go?
By now, you must have suspected that the more you hold on, the less you keep. No one is yours to possess, beloveds. Give love, and give the freedom that love gives. You cannot regiment another. You cannot write the script for another. You cannot tell another what to feel. I am telling you to let go.
Peace is not a possession. It is a state of being. Being does not own. It certainly does not own another Being. Your own heart is yours to give, that's all. There is nothing else to do with the heart that you and I share.
A big heart is not sentimental. A big heart does not pin incidents and occurrences on itself. A heart as big as yours no longer manufactures resentments. It certainly does not keep them. What a silly thing to do.