Love is energy, and money is a representation of energy.

A pile of a thousand-dollar bills in the middle of a room is a pile of paper until the consciousness of Human Beings enters the room. You think money is a cut-and-dried matter, but it is not at all. The energy of money seems high when you attribute your dreams to it. Money has the value you set on it.

You say that money buys you bread and butter, but there is a greater energy than money that provides for you. Man created money as a representation of that greater energy, but the invention fell short, for money does not always seem to be the representation of that greater energy.

Someone can toil with little return, and someone else seemingly twiddles his thumbs and money appears. One is as deserving as the other or both are seemingly not deserving at all. You have puzzled over this. Your mind has cranked this over and over again. You recognize that the wealth of a man may or may not be evidenced in his check book.

You do not create money. A printing press ran it off, but the consciousness of man designed it and craves it. If desire created monetary wealth, would not everyone be wealthy?

The question about why some are wealthy in the material side of life and some are poor is the same question as: Why are some healthy and others are not? Why are the ill sick and the healthy well? Why does a man innocent of a crime go to jail, while the one who performed the crime goes free? Why can one person eat all they want and stay thin and another balloons?

Does one merit good fortune, or it is a random thing, an arrow shot in the dark that hits one place and not another? Are you the master of your fate, or the innocent bystander? Or both? Is the one pierced by the arrow the same one who shot it? Are there no accidents, or is all an accident?

But there is no end to these questions, is there? There are many answers, and none that will satisfy.

And then, in the midst of havoc, I tell you that all is well, and you look at Me askance. Of course, I see a bigger picture than you. I do not get caught in the details.

Yours is the story of the blind man and the elephant. All is only as it seems to you, and what seems to you is only part of the story. So long as you are blind, you go by where your hand falls. But your hand cannot encompass an elephant all at once, and your hand can hardly remember what it has touched, and your hand can hardly make meaning of it.

Under one circumstance, rough burlap can be valuable. Under another circumstance, soft silk works. I tell you not to go by circumstances because circumstances are only circumstances. They do not set your value. You must not think they do.

I set your value. I have One Child so there is no higher nor lower value to set. My heart is as full with My love for you as love can be, and that is very great indeed. Keep your heart attuned to Mine, and you will have a better grasp of the big picture and how what seems to be tragic plays a greater role in the destiny of your conscious return to Me and the great love I hold you in.

My love is not dependent upon circumstances. Make sure you know that. No one is left out. My love is all-encompassing. You have all of it.