When will you recognize that I, God, love you and love you with all the love in My heart, and My heart is great, and so then, right now, know that you have all the love in the world of Mine right in your heart.
As it is, you crave more, or proof of more, or a huge daily shipment of more world love, as if you have never known love, as if My love has to be substantiated by evidence of love in the world. You gobble love up as if you have been starving all your life, for you are insatiable for love. You are at a great feast and have always been at this table, and, yet you feel starved, as if only love from another table can satisfy you, even though, time and time again, another does not.
You have been eating a feast of love, and still you lick up the crumbs from the table, sometimes any table, as if you had never known love your whole life, as if you were an orphan of love, as if you were not a child of God, or, as if you had been left in a closet forgotten somewhere and not been given love.
What am I to do with you?
What can I do but send you more love?
Yet, how do I shake you from your entrenched belief that you are not loved, not even loved by the Greatest Giver of Love in the World Who loves all. No matter that I am the One Who enters all hearts, fills them up, and leaves an Eternal Flame, you may not feel aware of Our Great Love, and, if you are aware, it still does not seem like enough.
I understand your hunger for love in the world. I understand how you may forage for love. I understand how sometimes, you are impelled to accept any show of love, even when it isn’t love and even when you know it isn’t. You may hold yourself in the thrall of love for the sake of a mask of love.
You may give away your birthright of entitlement to My love. You cannot give away your inheritance, you understand, yet you may give away your right to it. You may deny your worthiness.
And, so, you may throw yourself away on what may be token love or not love at all. You may accept tin instead of gold. You may see yourself as so starving for world love that you will pick up litter from the street and call it love when it is only litter. You take a few scraps of what is not love so that, for a few moments, you can close your eyes and feel you are in a play of love. You will give yourself for a few kind words, an apple there, a pear there, a glance into someone’s eyes, all so that you can have some trimmings of love for a while.
Meanwhile, you have the King’s love, and you rummage in the streets for handouts.
The world of itself does not always reveal its love. Even if My love did not exist, it is not true that any love is better than no love. Remember My love. My love is true.
I would wish that you would have all the love in the world as you do have all of My love. I do not ask you to have My love alone and give up world love. I am saying that you who are gold are not dross.