There really is not more love nor is there less love. Yes, I know it seems that way, and sometimes it can even seem on the Earthly plane that there is no love, no love at all, neither love to give nor love to receive. Yet love can never go extinct, beloveds. It cannot dry up, and yet love is not to be preserved but spent. To keep up with itself, love has to flow. It has to flow until the whole world swims in love.

To Me, you are like a flower that I lovingly water every day. Every day I see how you are growing, and how your petals open and how your roots grow deeper into My heart. I see you blossom, and I see your leaves reach to the sun, and I lift you to Me. I whisper tributes in your ear. I love every underleaf of you. My heart flip-flops in joy as I look at you and watch you grow and see how you turn this way and that to follow the sun and to follow Me.