Isn't it nice to be aware that I am the Receiver of your love? No matter where you send your love, I pick it up. It is My love that I pick up from you. My love finds its way back to Me. All is My love, and all is returned to Me. Even though My love has never been away, it is returned. All My love, I give to you. And all My love, I keep for you, and all My love, you send off to Me. It has always been so.

You are the UPS deliverer of My love. The difference is that a UPS man has a time when he has finished delivering all the packages that are in his truck. Not you, beloveds. Not you. You never finish. You are unable to empty the truck of your heart of all the love therein.

You may squeeze the love in your heart and hold it back. If that is your battle, you can never win. Unused love is stored love, and Our love is stored in your heart. No matter how wizened your love, no matter how repressed, no matter how firm the set of your heart's lips, love has to vacate and sow itself over the field of life.

Sow your love directly to Me, and My love stored in your heart will burst forth. The dam will open. You will have struck oil! A wizened heart of love will become a remarkable find. Love has been discovered, and it has been discovered in an island of your heart.

Perhaps your heart has been like an iceberg. If so, that iceberg is breaking up. It is melting into the Ocean of Love that I AM. Hearts cannot freeze for long. Love will break out of jail. Let it go now. Let there be a flood of love issuing from your heart. Let it roar. Get on with it. You have love to give.

Give the love stored in your heart its debut. Open the gates. Love has been held back long enough.

Perhaps you think there has not been an occasion for love. In that case, make an occasion. Ah, yes, today is the occasion. Innocently strew your love. How happy it will be to be set free.

Have you perhaps jailed your love and made yourself a warden of it? Parole your love. You did not parole your love due to rules you made up from your own limited understanding of love. You locked down your love. You told it to sit. You put it in solitary. You did not even give it bread and water. You made the love in your heart lie low. You made it a watch dog and told it to sit. Therefore, the love in your heart lay in wait. You threw away its key, and waited for someone else to come with a key to your heart. You are key-master, beloveds. There is no one else to do your allotted task for you.

You wait for naught.

Beloveds, at this very moment, oil the hinges of your heart. Take the doors off. Let your love go. You are Moses, and you are the Pharoah. You are Moses who asks the Pharoah of your heart: "Let My love go." Wear down the Pharoah of your heart, and he will say: "Let your love go free."

No forty years of wandering for your heart. Your heart starts moving now. It is looking for the Holy Land. It is looking to return to where it began. Come, I accept your love that is now on its way to Me through one route or another.