I know it is valuable to look within, yet when sadness pursues you, look outside. Look, the sun falls on the trees just as it did before you were sad. Look, new flowers have blossomed! The air is sweet. The sky is a blue cloak over the world, and white clouds glide by like swans. Look not at your sadness but out beyond yourself. How can you live in this world I have painted and maintain sadness?
Even if you look out, and it is raining, what a painting that is! Go outside and get wet. Feel what it is like to be outside in the rain. Listen to the rain. Embrace the miracle of rain.
It is a mammoth miracle that you can weep in this creation I have made for you. Yes, I understand, you perceive that this and that happened. Nothing happened, beloveds. All that happened is that something you desired to happen did not. That sums up your tears. Life did not go according to your plan. Let life be, while you go ahead and be happy.
True, the outer world seems to make you happy or unhappy, yet it is you within that conjure happiness or unhappiness. You are a magician. You can transform outer events into anything you want. It is like you can put an apple pie in the oven, and it comes out a sour cherry pie. Or you can put a sour cherry pie in the oven and then take out a pecan pie, dripping in sweet syrup. It must be you are a magician. You can turn any one day into many things.
Even when you feel heartache, will you imagine that today is a meal you serve to Me? I sit down at your table, and I am ready to eat whatever you serve Me. Will you serve Me crumbs of a day, beloveds, or will you put together a good meal for Me? Even if you don't have much food in the house, will you not do your utmost for Me? Will you serve Me with tears or will you serve Me with a smile?
I do sit down at your table, and I do eat the food you serve. I read your mind. I feel your heart. Will you give Me your best? Will you? Even sad, you can fill up My plate with joy. Yes, you can. Your step can be sprightly, or you can mope. How long can you mope when you remember I am your Guest? I am your permanent Guest, beloveds. I guess you could call Me your Boarder. I live with you.
We can say you are the waves of My Ocean. I also ride the waves you present to Me. You are part of Me, a dear part of Me, and I would like you to make waves of happiness for the whole world to ride on.
I ask you to get out of your moods and come into the Truth of Our Love.
Imagine you are giving me a bicycle today. Will you not take it out of the garage and shine it up before you give it to Me? Would you not feel better when you do that? You would not want to give Me a dingy dusty bicycle, I know. In the same way, will you give Me a spiffed-up day? Will you take the day out of its doldrums and shine light on it?
We know it's only a day, and yet it is this day. Will you wrap it up like a bouquet? Will you make it a gift for Me? Will you make it a letter you write to Me? A dayletter. I give you My Heavenletter, and you give me your letter. We write back and forth until the day comes when you don't know who is writing or who is receiving. We will have gotten onto the same page so much that all days are beautiful, and you will know, come what may, that each day is a beautiful treasure We present to each other, and so it is written.