Like a Daisy in the Field

Heavenletter #3480 Published on: June 5, 2010
God said:

Let sweet sounds come from your throat. Sweet words. If you like sweets, you will like giving sweetness to the world. Be sweet and fleet of heart.

Hearts are not meant to be sour or bitter or heavy. Hearts are meant to take flight. Let your heart be a sweet nightingale. Uncage the throbbing bird of your heart.

The way to clear your heart is to give love. If your heart has been clogged, unclog it. Pump that love. Splurge your love all over the Universe. Fill other hearts with love from your heart. Do not let your heart become wizened.

Consider your heart like a balloon that you fill with love, and then you let the love out. Your heart is easy to fill up again and again until all you are doing is filling up your heart and emptying your heart. Of course, you can bail love out of your heart forever, and it is never emptied. You can't love fast enough to empty your heart. Fill-ups are automatic. You can never outdistance your heart. The dial reads Full.

Your heart issues love. What does love look like? Love cannot be seen. Evidence of love can be seen. The Valentine box of chocolates left at your door is not love. It is candy. It is sweet evidence of love, and yet love cannot be boxed. Love is to be freely given, and freely found. Expect love to be left at your door. Expect love, and yet give love without expectation of love returned. You are not owed love. Love cannot be owed. It can only be given.

Is offense so much more easily given than love? Is offense taken more easily than love? If so, reverse the trend. Love is easier than anything to give or to take, for love is real, and offense is idiosyncratic. Offense depends on something. Love depends on nothing but itself.

Let love love. Let love grow like a daisy in the field. A field of daisies. A field of love. Let the whole Universe be a field where love grows and grows and takes over all the land. See those fields of love sway in the breeze. All wheat bows to love. Everything bows to love and looks up at the sun, and so rises to the sun that shines from Heaven.

Be a steward of love. Hand it out. Love tends to the flock.

Love grazes. Love loves to be where it is. And it is everywhere. There is nowhere that love does not like to be. Love likes to be everywhere. It likes to be in good company.

Be love, and you are good company. Enjoy your own company. Make the most of it. Paint the world with your love. Accompany the world with your love.

From whence cometh your love? It cometh from Me. I know where love belongs, and it belongs with you, and love belongs to fly from you and meet itself coming and going. Love is no stranger to itself. Mighty love soars. Hearts soar above the clouds. Up and up goes love, and love spreads itself over everything. Love is the dew of morning, and it is the cicadas at night. What is love not? And where is love not when love is all, and all is love?

Greet love. Do not avoid it. Let love be transparent. See through love, and know it is yours, yours to receive, and yours to give. Love is yours to make much of. Recycle love. That is how you make much of it.

Holy, holy is Our love.

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fields of love

On June 5th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

When I was a boy, farmland spread before you like a multicolored rag rug of small fields – oats and then an orchard and behind it cabbage and perhaps beans and beyond a farmhouse surrounded by big old trees and a house garden. You saw many people at work all the time, not much machinery, and there were birds, rodents, horses and all kinds of animals everywhere ... ah yes, and all the grains grew very high. And how they swayed in the breeze!

See those fields of love sway in the breeze.

A few words, a whole cosmos. If those pictures are indelible, probably love is too.

(I wonder what the breeding of short-stalked grain varieties truly tells about us. Well, it may not be relevant any more since, with the rapid spread of ecological agriculture, the tall varieties are coming back, swaying.)

Creation

On June 5th, 2010 Emilia says:

"What does love look like?"
Like those fields swaying in the breeze.
"Love cannot be seen. Evidence of love can be seen"
The Father cannot be seen, the Son is His evidence.

the most over-used and

On June 5th, 2010 Tom (not verified) says:

the most over-used and abused word in the english language is beyond all cages imposed on it. only in the mistaken minds of humans can this perversion be believed.

no, love is so much more. it is the actual glue that keeps all perceived phenomena together. truly, it is the reality of all that is and seems to be.

The stuff of LOVE.

On June 5th, 2010 George Mon... says:

Love is Life's biggest mystery. It is omnipresent but it has to be given by a human being to be felt. We can only have it if we give it. Read this Heaven Letter often and you'll see Its beauty.

George

offense

On June 8th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

Is offense so much more easily given than love? Is offense taken more easily than love?

For the time being, dear God, it is. Especially taken. Every bad habit knows how to make you believe that you can't do without it. It proves to you again and again that giving in to it is pleasurable, even worth the hangover. Ah, the pleasure of righteous indignation, of knowing I am right and you are wrong (to say the least; for, more specifically, you have an ugly selfish mind that knows only your personal advantage and thinks, "Après mois le déluge", while pretending responsibility etc etc).

If so, reverse the trend.

Yes, the toll it takes is much to heavy. I am only beginning to see what an incredible price we pay for that pathetic little kick of feeling offended and then playing the guilt game. Dear God, I must have craved it. Now I don't want it any more. The world is so much greener without it. We have passed it on from generation to generation, this absurd and perverse belief in taking offense to the point where we (as evidenced in our books and films) take it for granted. Imagine, spraying poison as the obvious thing to do! And to camouflage the real state of affairs, we go on and on about the dangers of drinking, smoking, overeating etc. As in so many areas: Once craziness has become mainstream, we don't recognize it as crazy any longer. Until God makes us think again.

This is the first time I truly want it to be over. There is no "if only I could" in it any more. With God's help, it's done.

 

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