Tell Me, is there a moment of life that is not a miracle? This moment, for instance, as I commune with Myself called you, is this not a miracle appearing?

Here, with Our hearts and minds, We commune as if We are two when We have never been anything but One. Of course, you appear as a human being in a costume called a body. Right now as I appear as you, you are, in a sense, out of your body. I can say that We are having an out-of-body experience, for your body, the form you carry, isn’t present here with Us now.

It is your heart and mind, mostly the heart, that you commune with and that I also commune with as My One Self. And, oh, yes, there is soul which has no costume whatsoever. Your mind could fake, possibly your heart could fake with so-called others yet not with Me. You cannot even conceive of stretching Truth or gilding the lily with Me.

I wanted to talk about miracles, a hundred-thousand miracles a day. Isn’t it a miracle that you gather a body around you altogether that can be said to appear? That you can sit down or stand up? What on Earth exists but miracles? You can also sit up. You can stand down. You can grow. There are bicycles, and you can ride them.

You can read books, and you can write them.

You can imagine. You can remember, and you can forget.

You can have upsets. You can be furious one moment, and love the next.

You can laugh. You can cry. You can make sounds. You can make speech with your heart, mind, and tongue.

You can love the heat, and you can love the cold. You can sweat, and you can shiver.

How did I create such wonders that you take in your stride? I did indeed create wonders that amaze Me. I cannot think of one thing that I created that isn’t a marvel. If I were told – by whom I have no idea - to undo one design out of more than billions that I created, what could I choose? What could I remove? What of My Creation could I possibly do differently?

There are many mansions in My Kingdom, yet not one would I remodel or redecorate. What tiny hair could I remove from My Creation that might not serve as a fulcrum and the rest could come tumbling down? Yes, of course, there are natural safety-measures built in, yet who would fool around with the Beauty that actually created itself at My Desire for a world made of Myself for Myself in the guise of you and in which you dwell?

You may forget to look at the sky and the sun and the sunlight between leaves on any tree. You may forget to gaze at the moon’s luster, yet you absorb the moonlight just the same.

You may not know how to savor life, and yet you live it.

You play certain roles in life, and you play them well, yet you are unaware of the important role you play. You may think you are a comic, yet you do not laugh. You may be a drama-queen, and yet you laugh. You may be what the world calls shiftless, and you may be a hero. You are not a fish, and yet you swim. You may fly yet not with wings of your own.

Family and friends may not really know who you are. You may not know who you are. I know Who you Are. One day you will look up and see for yourself the miracle I made when I wrought you.