The Earth craves your attention. It thrives on it. Bless the weeds, and bless the trees. Bless all living things. Bless the roundness of Earth and the triangle of mountains. Bless the flowing waters.

Bless the sidewalk you walk on. Bless the junkyards. Bless the tall buildings and bless the hovels.

Do you begin to see how all is provided for you?

You play with the ingredients of Earth. I gave you the ingredients. You make man-made things of them. But always Nature is the source.

You bake the cake and build the building, but Who provided the ingredients? Bless your moving hands that bake the cake and make the buildings, for they are also a gift from Me to you.

Consider the majesty of Creation when I created you! I gave you hands to touch with, and feet to hold you upright. What did I not give you?

You can make sounds with your mouth, and the sounds are understood. How many sounds did I give to you? Enough to make many languages. From simple sounds languages came.

And you can make marks on stone and paper which miraculously turn into words that can be understood.

I gave you eyes so that you may see Creation, so that you may comprehend it with your eyes. I gave you ears so that you may hear the sounds of the Universe and interpret them, and I gave you a mouth so that the sounds may issue from you. I gave you tongue and palate.

What a Creator I am! I made you perfect. And I made every other living thing perfect as well. From the selfsame atoms I made the amoeba and the whole world. I had a thought, and then My thought manifested. Is it not a miracle that you appear on Earth surrounded by so many miracles?

Start doing cartwheels of joy for the miracles I have set before you, who are yourself My blessed miracle. All is miracles, miracles, miracles! Everything is great, and yet you are My greatest miracle of all. Still, you seem to persist in calling yourself other names, less fulfilling names, names that denounce you and the entire miracleness of creation!

God does not create a failure. Yet you have called yourself and creation such. All is orchestrated. All fits. And all is to remind you of the miracle of life. All is to remind you of the miracle you are part of.

You say you do not think of Earth life as a miracle, and yet you devise ways to keep yourself here as long as you can.

Every millisecond of Human life is a miracle. All is miracle or nothing is miracle. Do you understand? Birth, death are both miracles. Miracles ARE. You are one. How can a miracle such as you think of such things as despair? How do My miracles conceive of creating wars and such? How does a miracle ever desire to kill even one other miracle? Miracles are meant to shine light. Darkness can not shine.

If you knew for even an hour what a miracle you are, the Earth would roll over in joy. If you knew even for a moment what a miracle you are, you would laugh for joy ceaselessly.

If you were the Earth, would you not want happy people to walk on you? Would you not want people who jump with joy for the opportunity to walk on you? Would you, the Earth, who enables beautiful flowers and fruit of all colors to grow — to grow from a seed or even a sprig of itself — would you not want people to wax and wane on Earth with joy? Would you not be bewildered when they do not?