The table is set, and you, My family, sit around the table. Some eat. Some refrain. Some take seconds. There is plenty of room at the table and plenty of food to eat. There is a name card for you and a beautiful place setting waiting for you when you arrive. There is a soup tureen on the table. As soon as you sit down, We will start with soup.
Everyone is waiting for you, yet, meanwhile, We do not wait. We eat, and We sing, and We enjoy, and yet We await your arrival. What a welcome you will receive when We see you at the door. A most honored guest will have arrived. We will arise and greet you, take you to the table, and serve you soup. We will all eat the favored meal again with you. We would not have you eat alone. Soup is served every day.
We will not ever have you eat alone again. You will have come to a party that you will never want to leave. Yet this is a party that you take with you when you go back. The party is always going on, you understand. The food is take-out. The whole party is take-out. It shall be on Earth as it is in Heaven.
You will serve the food from this party to your friends. You will do this automatically. Just by your presence, you will do it.
All the sumptuous smells of good food cooking in the oven will have become a part of you. Just so, the sight of you will evoke visions of the table. Your voice will echo all the love in Heaven transported to Earth.
What a table you will set now! What a host of the Universe you will be.
The table is set in your heart. You will welcome all to your table. Your table will extend as more people come to sit by the warm fire of your heart. You will say: "My home has become your home, and your home has become My home, and all are welcome."
You are opportunely a giver of love. I am everywhere, it is true, and yet you serve as My welcomer. I am never absent, and, yet, you stand in for Me. I watch from the sidelines of Myself, and I am well-pleased. You are well-pleased, for you are looking through My eyes, and you see generosity, and you see love, and you ladle love out abundantly like soup. No matter if the soup of love spills, overflows, spatters, drips. No matter where love goes, it is love. Love is not something kept. It is something given. It is not even thought about. It is given.
Love is given the way a flamenco dancer might swirl her skirt. In happiness, love is given.
Love is unnamed. Love needs no name. It is My love you give. You sow the seeds of My love. Have I said that before?
Love always was. It is from My love that you were born. Without love, you would not exist on Earth as the seeming individual you are now. Your soul ever was and always will be. Your soul knows love abounding.
You on Earth, that which is called you, are learning love abounding. First you had to taste love, and then you could deliver it. You carry all My love within you now, and you deliver it to the degree to which you acknowledge your receipt of it. Know the love you are bequeathed. Know the love you are, and give it away the way ripe fruit falls to the ground.