When you would reach to Heaven, reach up. Reach up with your eyes and reach up with your arms. Your heart already reaches. Your heart knows where it is to look. Let the tips of your fingers grab a hold of Heaven and bring it down to you. Heaven is to reach you. You are destined to hold it in your hands. It belongs to you.

You may have objected that Heaven hasn’t reached down to you when all the while, you are to reach up.

Your eyes reach the stars. What can they not reach?

The stars do not come down to you. They do not land on Earth. Yet they reach you. Your eyes reach them. The stars shine their light for you. They beckon you Heavenward. They are starlighting your way.

When you feel sad, look up at the stars and hear their message. Look how perfectly arranged they are. Look how they have no worries. Content in their awareness of their Creator, they know they are in Heaven. They know there is no other place to be. And they know they are perfectly placed.

They do not wish they were the Sun or the Moon or other spinning planets. They rest where they are in the knowledge that all is well, and all is well with them.

How long have the stars shone their light for mankind? Never discouraged, they come out every night in their full regalia, ready to light the world.

They ask for no recompense. They ask only to shine and shine and shine some more. Stars do not know how to do less than shine. They ask only to be the light that they are. They are happy to be a blink in the sky. They do not ask for recognition. They ask only that they may shine their light. They do not ask, for they know that their light was made to shine. They know that they were made for their shining light. They know their light is why they are upright in the sky in full view of all who would see.

And for even those who do not look up to see, still they shine. They take no offense. They know they are filling God’s Will, and that is good enough for them. They know that I blessed them to shine, and shine they do with all their might. They sparkle their light. How emboldened with joy are the stars who shine their light. And all stars shine their light.

In the night sky the stars are a quilt of light. They are an arbor. They are a perfect visual of love. Love was manifested in the stars, the same way it was manifested in you.

Stars have one purpose and they know what it is. Stars do not become distracted. Stars shine for My glory, not their own. It is so simple for stars. They are one-pointed while you, My perfect child, on the other hand, are distracted.

You shine the self-same light as the stars.

The stars were flung in the sky, and you were flung on the Earth. Stars do not wish they were somewhere other than where they are. And often you wish you were somewhere else and someone else. When you remember I fashioned you as My thought, My beautiful thought, would you desire to be other than My thought? Who would fill your role on Earth if you were someone else or somewhere else than where you are right now?

What matters what star or planet you are from? What matters is the planet you are on now. What matters is that you shine your light on Earth so that all may look up and see their reflection in the faithful Stars.