Sit with Me now, and tell Me what's going on. You are My child, and I will listen. Or We can look at the blues of the sky and the background the sky provides for the clouds. How comfortable they are with each other! Neither the sky nor the clouds feel crowded by the other. How comfortable they are side by side, or the clouds on top of the sky, or, seen from another angle, the sky on top of the clouds. You look upward to see the sky and clouds. If you could look from above, you would see the sky on top of the clouds. They are close, companionable, and compatible.

There are no ends and there are no beginnings. Just rolling of the wheel. The wheel of life does not need to be pushed nor pulled. It goes along on its own momentum. Only, of course, you can jiggle it every now and then.

What is there to speak of but love? You talk enough among yourselves about everything under the sun but not enough about love. No matter how you yearn for love, somehow it is not quite the topic of the day, as if love were surreptitious, something thought of but not to be spoken of in polite society.

Complaints about love seem to be acceptable. Love turned out not quite admirably, and that is considered worthy of discussion. Broken hearts are timely. Pain resulting from love is extolled, as if your great love meant great hurt.

The realm of My heart has no levels. No one who sits in the Heaven of My Heart sits higher than another. No one. Not you. Not anyone. And everyone sits in the Heaven of My heart. In the realm of My heart, there is no one better than you. There is no one less than you. This has to be so because I do not discriminate. I do not make judgments.

There is no difference between God in Heaven and God on earth. I am the same God. I am One. I do not make flagrant distinctions. I do not go by whim. I am ever the same. I have no mood swings. I do not pick and choose. I love. I love all.

I do not have a temperament. I do not get angry. I do not wreak vengeance. I love. I love all.

You were made in My image. I was not made in yours. I am God, and you are learning to see as I see, from a far vaster perspective. Come join Me in this high limb of a tree I sit in.

Whatever on earth inspires you, know that it is I. Art, music, friendship, love, nature, science, embroidery — I am behind them all. They are all cover-ups for Me. Beneath them all I am. They are messengers drawing you to Me. I am the surprise behind the curtain.

Whatever inspires you on earth is a glimpse of Me.

Be inspired to find Me. Look everywhere. Am I not in the moving branches of trees? Am I not in the wind? In the sky that gazes upon the trees? In the Sun above that brightens and nourishes the trees?

Am I not the sunlight that shines on you?

Whether you seek Me consciously or not, I seek you. It is like I am panning for gold. In My search for the loveliness of your soul, I never get tense or edgy as you may do while panning for gold, for I know exactly where the gold is, and I know with the confidence borne of God that I will find it and claim it for My Own. This is not selfishness on My part.

You do not see the path you are walking on. You may not even know you are walking on a path, yet you are not pathless. You are following a course on Earth, perceptible or imperceptible as it may be.

Does the Earth that orbits the sun know it follows an orbit? An orbit does not have to be named or known in order to be followed. You are orbiting Heaven, beloveds. Of course you are. What else could you be doing?

You are all Moses in the bulrushes. You floated down a river, and rightful strangers took you in and made you their own. But you do not feel that you quite belong in this strange country with these strange people.

You would go back upstream to find your origin, if only you knew how. Sometimes you feel that it is a mistake altogether that you are on earth, and you want to go back where you started. You feel adrift. In that sense, We can say that all of My children are adopted.