It is time for you to know in the depths of your heart how much you mean to Me. You mean everything to Me. You are My very life walking on Earth. You are the essence of Me distributed to the world so that I may be known. It doesn't matter by what Name I am known. That matters not at all. What matters is that love is known, and I am that Love. My love in you grows in your awareness in increments. The more love you perceive, the more love you give. We don't concern Ourselves with love that you receive, because that will naturally happen without your looking for it.

A rose grows without having a say about it, and yet a rose knows it is fulfilling its destiny.

A rose in bloom knows when it is loved. It feels the difference and adores being loved, and a rose always loves. A rose has awareness of its rise from rose hip to full-blown rose. A rose doesn't know the words, but a rose knows its own roseness, and is glad to be this one in a million rose.

A rose may be red, and it loves its redness even though the rose doesn't know the names of colors, and still a rose loves himself as he is.

All of life as it is lived on Earth is an adjustment. There is a flickering light, and you adjust your eyes. Something else moves, and your eyes follow it. Not one moment of viewed Eternity stays exactly the same, and yet the stillness of Eternity stays the same.

Sometimes it feels to you that you are in a barrel hurtling down the rapids of Niagara Falls. Life bounces you up and down on its knee, so to speak, and you get dizzy.

Other times, life on Earth becomes to you like a stroll in the park.

There are many excuses in the world for not being happy, and yet the alternative exists for you to be happy. If you are not feeling happy or content or useful or whatever you want to call the essence of feeling okay and good with life, you have chosen what you are feeling.

The upside of illness is that you can get well.

The upside of illness is that you can regard it in many ways. As dire as illness may seem and be, you can look at it as a language that you have not yet understood. You can regard illness as a friend who has something to tell you. Your friend, illness, comes closer, and you can look at him in many ways. You can look at him as punishment, the price you pay for having done something wrong, even when you don't know what you did, and may really have not done anything. Certainly, no one would deserve illness.

Everything goes in its own way and in its right time. You have wondered how it is that I can say all is well, even when, in your eyes, all is not well. All is well with you, beloveds, even when you are in the midst of that which you do not favor. Let it be. It is like this:

You are a swimming fish. There may be algae floating and other fish swimming in the same pond, some toward you, some in your way, and fish that you are, you do not mind. You just keep swimming. If there is an octopus, you still keep swimming. Nothing is in the way unless you say so.

It is like this. You wrote a play once, and you didn't get to finish the rehearsal. You forgot the play. You forgot all about it, and yet a secret part of you has a recollection and wants to continue it. You want to see this play before your very eyes. It is not exactly that you finish where you left off, yet it is something like that.

Today is a new life before you. What can it be but that? This day in timeless time has never been written on before.

Today is on the menu. What do you choose for this day? There are a multitude of choices. Today consciously choose. Set the course of your day by choosing. Do not leave it up in the air.

What occurs, you may not have the say of. What you wish to incur, you have all the say in the world. Whatever it is that you are seeking in life, seek for it today. Be on the watch for it. Set the table for it.

Good morning, My beloved children, who struggle and twist and turn in life because you believe you have to in order to exist. And so you enter the fray. That is your error, that you believe it is necessary to fight life. Therefore you parry and thrust for all you are worth, and you wear yourself out with fighting ghosts when you could befriend them.

Patience takes many forms, but there is no alternative to it. Impatience not only wastes time but also energy.

Impatience has tentacles that pull all near it into its grasp. Impatience makes the so-called source of your impatience last longer. You fritter away time with impatience. Why be impatient when you can be patient?

Impatience rushes up front to get a seat in front. Patience is more like a wise toad who looks all around.