Sometimes the love I give you wrenches your heart. Sometimes you may feel that My love is so pure and strong that you cannot bear any more of it. You feel your heart will burst in the exorbitant joy My love brings. You almost feel that I am too much for you, and you want to run away or hide from Me, so overrun with My love you are. You just do not know how much love you can take. It is overwhelming. You fear you will drown in it. This very love that is the foundation of you and which is My desire to give and yours to have knocks you over, and you are thinking that you may well never be able to get up.

Then, beloveds, don't get up. Stay steeped in My love. Drown in it then. Perhaps your having so much awareness of My love takes some getting used to, love-starved as you have been, yet this overwhelmingness does not mean you are to drink more slowly. No, not at all. Gulp it all down. Slurp it. Let My love soak in every cell of your Being. Be incapable of getting up and away from My love.

Is there something else you are supposed to be doing? Totting up figures, for example? Mowing the yard? Do you really think that My love will hold you back? Yes, I understand, with Me steeped in your heart, you will have spring fever continually. You will be absent from the fret and fray of ordinary life. Know this: You will do the ordinary things more easily. It will be as if they get done by themselves while you are dreamy-eyed looking into the heart of God.

Really now, what else should you be doing? Playing cards? Well, okay then, play cards while I drown you in My love. As My love presses down on you, you will rise to Heaven. Really, what did you think would happen? Yes, you will not be able to get up from the ground again, for you will be striding in Heaven.

Want to get out of the past? Want to get out of your own skin? Then drink Me like from a tall glass. Drink Me like a deep breath. Drink Me in the way you would win the million-dollar lottery. Beloveds, it is about time that you are done in by My love.

Let it knock you over. Be undone. You have been too strait-laced.

Absorb so much of My love that you dribble it all over. Let it spill all over you, over your house and all over everyone. This is not a waste of love, beloveds. This is the way of love. This is how it is supposed to be. Did you really think there was a place for skinny skimpy love? Timid love? Anemic love? Scanty love? Fragile love? Stinted love? Stunted love? Rationed love? Did you really think that Our love was to take up only a corner of the world? How much love do you consider to be too much love? Is there a measure for it? Is there a top to love? Is there a point to which love is to rise and no further?

What did you think love was? A coupon? A ticket? A dollar bill?

What did you think your heart was supposed to be? A wizened dried-up prune?

No, your love is to be warm and viable and palpable and abundant and amazing. Your love is to flaunt itself even for no reason at all except you and the world are happy when you love.