Blessed child of Mine, you elbow joy aside and fill yourself with angst. You could just as well make room for more joy. There is always more room for more joy in your heart. Your heart is the demolisher of woe. It is not meant to be a carrier or distributor of it. If you had no room for worry and all the things you occupy yourself with, would you have them? It must be that you make room for them. They are always there waiting to go on stage, or so it seems. You have them in readiness. You seem to think you store them in the attic or basement of your heart, but your heart is one-story. It is meant only as living-room or family room. There are no coat closets in your heart. There is no attic nor basement for storage. Your heart is the one central room where life takes place.
You can consider your heart the pantry of love. Love is stocked there. There is an automatic order for it and so your heart never runs out of love. It need not be inventoried. And nothing else belongs there but love, love voluminous. But there is no running upstairs or downstairs for your supply of love.
You are like the child who tries to put a jig saw puzzle together. You have an extra piece that you keep trying to fit in. No matter which way you turn it, it will never fit. Anything but love in your heart will not fit in because it simply doesn't belong there. And so it is extraneous, and it will always cause discomfort. Anything but love is really too little to fit into your heart. Only greatness belongs there. Your heart is meant for one thing only, and that is love. Your heart is a heart of love. It is the seat of love.
You have overstuffed your heart with the extraneous. You have crowded your heart with smallness. Smallness is not what your heart is to be used for. Expansion is. Tools have certain uses. A hammer hammers. A saw saws. And a heart loves.
Reach your hand into your heart now and remove the twinges that do not belong there. Get a wheelbarrow ready. Fill it up with anything that does not belong in the heart of a child of God. And then wheel it away. Take it to the edge of the Earth. Tip the barrow over, and let what does not belong in your heart and what does not belong in the world be gone. It will fall off the edge of the Earth, and it will disappear before it reaches anywhere. It will vanish. Anything but love never was anything anyway. Just a puff of smoke. Just an errant stranger who tried to make itself at home in your heart. Love is the sign over your heart. No more will you let anything else enter. Anything but love is banished from your heart forever. It will merely leave the door through which it cannot enter.
I do not bless ill-will. I bless love. I bless love with love. You have the greatest blessing of all right within your own heart. Pull some out, donate it, and then you will see that you are one who loves. Be a donor of love.
Love must flow from your heart, or your heart will be clogged. The flow of love from your heart to the heart of the world is not meant to be stopped. Perhaps you got it backwards. Perhaps you thought your heart was to receive love before it gave it. Now you know with certainty that you are the one chosen to give love first.