See the Beautiful Fields
You rest in My arms. There is nothing else to rest in, beloveds. There is God, and that’s where rest is. When you rest in bed, you are in My arms. When you are restless, you are still in My arms. I hold you dearly. You are My child whom I love. I can do nothing else but love and love you.
Would that you would always carry that thought and good feeling that the thought of My love incurs within you. Why can’t you? Why can’t you know you rest in My arms at every moment? It is My desire. May it be yours as well.
Resting in My arms is the same as letting go of your worries. What good do interminable worries do you anyway? When you let go of your worries, then you will know what it is to rest in My arms and to abide with Me. You abide with Me regardless, so why not abide with Me in your awareness. What is so important about your worries that you would hold them to you so tightly? Hold Me in your awareness instead as I hold you in Mine. I keep you to Me.
I am a safe Ship, beloveds. Sail with Me. Know that I am at the helm, and nothing can befall you.
You say with trepidation, “But, God, what about illness, and what about death? They can befall.”
I say to you, “What about love, and what about life? Do you really think We will not reach the shore?”
To what avail do you think about what you may not want to befall? Do not be afraid even of illness, and death is nothing to be afraid of at all. In death, you hop from one train to another, no more than that. Death should be the least of your worries.
With illness, you fear many things. I have to tell you, beloveds, that fear is your illness. I beseech you to cure yourself of it. Gather rosebuds while you may. Do not gather fears.
You live in a land of all opportunity. You have the opportunity to be free of illness and free of fear and free of anything that imposes itself upon you.
You also fear the embarrassment of illness. Enjoy good health instead. Even if you are bedridden, you don’t need to be fear-ridden. Abandon fear. Let it not cross your threshold again. Do not welcome it. Do not hold on to its coattails. Do not shove it aside either. Fear is not a mighty opponent. Fear is dependent upon you and seeks fertile fields within you to grow. Let your fields be full of flowers and joy, and leave no room for fear to seed itself at all.
Plant your garden. It is for you to choose what you will plant By your thoughts, you plant. Your thoughts are the seeds. You have every right to choose. Choose now, and then don’t look back. See the beautiful fields before you? Carpet them with roses.
You don’t need courage, beloveds. You need thoughts that serve you. There is nothing for you to be brave about. Remove the idea that life demands courage. As ye think, so do you sow. Collect pictures of that which you wish to sow. Do you not wish to sow happiness?
Put your shoulders back, and sow good health now.
Sow good friends.
And sow Me in your garden of love. Sow Me.
Even a little rain makes your garden grow. It behooves you to meet all in life as a friend. Erase the idea of enemy. There is no enemy but your thoughts. Pluck out the thoughts that do not serve you nor the world nor Me. Have love instead.
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