What is the good of having a God if you can’t relax in Him?
So, relax in Me. Recline in Me. Lean back. Let Me be God, and let Me do as God does do.
I am a purposeful God, and I serve a purpose. I serve you.
I do not worry, so it is not that I worry in your place, yet, just the same, give Me your worries. Turn them over to Me as you would give the keys to a new owner of your house. The keys to the house just aren’t yours any longer. It is not that I take over your house of worries, for I am worriless. I disassemble your house of worries in one glance. Your worries are not Mine, and yet, they are no longer yours. We can say that I throw away the worry keys. I toss them out the window. Poof.
It is not that you love Me for a pay-off. It’s not that you love Me so I will take away your burdens. It is not that you are playing your cards right. The thing is that you are helpless in the face of loving Me. To love Me is not a choice. It is destiny. It is your destiny. Loving Me is what you are made for.
Look at it this way: Where is the gain in not loving Me? What is the gain to you, and what is the gain to the Universe in not loving God Who is in all? God Who is All. The God that is. The God that fills the Universe and every perceived heart within His territory of influence. And, tell Me, beloveds, and what is My territory of influence if not Everywhere. There is no place where I am not. There is no heart where I am not. I AM. I am here.
It is not that you love Me because you know which side your bread is buttered on. You love Me because there is nothing else really to do. You don’t possibly imagine that you can withstand My love, do you? You can’t escape. You can’t possibly run fast enough. Do you possibly think that you can hide from My love? Do you possibly think that you can be without it? If you do think so, then you are a comedian who makes jokes.
Nor did I design you for your usefulness to Me. Nevertheless, you are useful to Me. I Who am a Giver also know how to receive. My heart swells with the love you give Me. My heart swells with the love We exchange, as it were. And yet there is no transfer of love, for love is. If there were really two of Us, even then there would not be two lovingnesses. We carry the same genes of love. We are destined to carry love and spill it everywhere. We are lovers of love, and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
And yet, I, Great Love That I Am, am also a Destroyer. I am a Destroyer of woe and weakness and all that that hangs out with worry. Even so, woe and weakness and worry do not really exist, for love is all, and yet I remove the weight of worry from you. Of course, I am not a God of worry. I am a God of Wonder.
I throw gold and silver stars before Me for you to pick up and know that they are yours. And yet I am not glitter.
My silver never tarnishes. My gold is solid. Beloveds, you are My gold. You are My silver. You are the stars in My eyes.
I am not too much for you. I am just right for you. I am the Splendor of Your Heart. Don’t you know that? Don’t you know what We are and what We are to each other as One and not twain? When love wells in your heart, that is My love swelling in your heart. Your love, My love, they are the same. You know what love is, and yet there is more love in your heart than you know.
I planted a crop of love, and you reap it. The imagined you reaps it. You forgot that you were the planter of it. Never mind that. Reality is as Reality does. Tend to Our love. It is endless. Tend to it just the same.