Beloveds, this minute all My love for All of You -- which is the same as to say the One of You – is radiating out like flashing lights on sparkling bicycle spokes. Picture all this light pedaling on its way to you. If you had full awareness of all My love cycling to you, it would knock you over with its wonder. If My love were sparkling water, We are speaking of a Niagara Falls of Love pouring onto you and lighting you up.

You love to be dazzled, yet you may too often overlook My love for you. There is some kind of proof of love that you desire and never get enough of. If I sent you a dozen red roses every day, it might not be enough evidence of My love for you.

When you start sensing Grand Universal Love, it overwhelms you. You are grateful, and, yet, yet it is too much love for you -- and not enough at the same time. You then detract from this burgeoning love with worry such as:

“Well, I feel so much love reaching me today, yet will it still be here tomorrow? Alas, how bereft I am without sense of love. I have seen an overwhelming sense of love come and go before. It may be that love withdrawn hurts more than love not evident to begin with. Perhaps I have withdrawn all hope of love rather than to have love only for a moment.

“God, it seems that love vanquishes me. It is so precious to me that it can take over my heart, and I am undone. Love to or fro me has never stayed or stayed for long. Only forever would be enough. I don’t know how to maintain my glimpses of love forever, or, not even for a week or a day.

“At least I have known love, or is it only the semblance of love I have known? I was never an orphan. I cannot imagine being an orphan, yet sometimes I feel so bereaved.

“I speak of love genuinely given that fizzles out. After all, it was love from only a mortal, and I have been so thirsty for love and so ravished by its light, and ravished more when I can no longer find love in my heart or anywhere.

“I am not so good about maintaining my own love unless I am, in effect, abandoned by another's love. I do not seem capable of maintaining love in my heart except in mourning love lost. Love has always threatened me with its escape.

“In any case, there is no one in the world offering love to me now of any kind or in any amount. No, I don’t seem able to find remnants of love anywhere. Was there really love once? I thought so. How I used to think so. God, love does not seem to be for me. It’s better then for me to let go of the idea of love, for how good I am at failing in love.

“Where is love, true or false, located anyway? Love is a thought, isn’t it? It may be a thought no more or less than any other thought. Love may be a like a big beautiful shining apple, yet when I take a bite of it, it isn’t nearly as good as it looked.

“So, God, where do I go from here?”

In this case, beloved, give any remaining drop of love you have away. Give it all away. Send it away for others to bask in. Love isn’t to keep to yourself. You have to extend it. Throw your remnant of love into the world like an apple pit. Who knows, another Tree of Love may grow for someone you don’t even know.