You know why I love you? I love you because you are Mine to love. I love you because My reason for Being is love. I created you from My breath so that My love could sweep you up and take you to unheralded heights. I created you because you were Mine to create. I created many faces of God, and you are created to be one of them. In fact, you were created to be the Oneness of Me. Therefore, We are One. There is One. Despite appearances, there is One.

Faces are physical, and there are more faces than you can count. In one sense, there are more souls that you can count, for in Heaven there is no space so, of course, there is room for all! Yet Heaven is not about counting on its fingers.

The world and beyond are made of souls. The appearances are like sketches. A pen-stroke goes this way and that. The soul that accompanies the pen-stroke is more lovely than you can imagine. The soul is the essence of love and beauty, and so I tell you now, not only do I love you, but I also tell you that you are immeasurably worth loving and that you are the whole story of love.

If there were time, I would not waste it. You may be sure I don’t waste Eternity. Even if it were possible for Me to waste, I wouldn’t waste Eternity. I wouldn’t waste My love. I do not waste My love. You are My love come true. Say it: “I am God’s love come true.”

The physical you is like a vase that holds a most beautiful flower. This is the case straight across the board. Your soul is packaged in a vase, and yet the vase is not the flower. The vase is a mere container. A jar will do to hold a flower. A jug can hold a flower. A bottle can hold a flower. A paper cup can hold a flower, and the flower is beautiful.

As it happens you tend to think the vase is who you are. You think you are your kindred emotions and your variant thoughts. You act in the world according to, not only your thoughts, but also and, mainly, your thoughts about yourself.

When you can accept that you are a most beautiful flower fashioned by God, the God of Love that goes beyond the extant world, you would blossom overnight. You, the essence of Me, would blossom and blossom and blosom. As you blossom, your blossoms of love would cover the world like rose-blossoms, like orange-blossoms, like God blossoms. You would know yourself as a bright flower of God’s love. You would be serene in the essence of My love, for what else could you be when you know what you are made of, when you know Who you are made of, when you know your place even in illusory time and space.

All this ego paraphernalia would not count, for your ego-self, no matter how coordinated, no matter how in line with the concept of goodness, no matter how it endeavored to be worthwhile, would retire. The soul essence of you would come to the top, and you would irrevocably know that you are not your body, you are not your wayward thoughts. You would know that you are My Thought, My expression, My love and the exclamation of My love, and you would exclaim:

“I am God-made. I am created in God’s image. I am an expression of God. I am the magnificence of God.”

You would exclaim this and, by your very DNA, by every thought, deed, response, perception, and regard, you would reveal without thought what life on Earth is about. It is not about you. It is about You, capital You, and, therefore, it is about Me. You would know Who inhabits that frame you presently live in just for a while.

And I would say: “Welcome to My World. Welcome.” And so you would welcome, and you would have more love to give than you could hardly fathom, and yet you wouldn’t care if you fathomed it or not. You would know that you have only love to give, and you would give it, for love is Who you are.