A little buttercup holds all the love in the Universe. Size has nothing to do with the container of love. All My love is safely harbored within each of you. Your having My entire love has nothing to do with the honor of the world. You have all of My love irrevocably. No one has a say over it. You have My love, and that's all there is to it. No one has any say over My love for you, given to you, housed by you.
The love of Mine you have is between you and Me. It is yours, and it is Mine. It is Ours.
There is a big pot of My love in each heart. All of My love is contained in every container.
A buttercup does not have the words or vocabulary of love whatsoever, yet a buttercup lives the love it is filled with. A buttercup grasps love very well. A buttercup is a constant receiver and giver of love without a thought about it. A buttercup knows the sun when she sees it. A simple buttercup leans to the sun. For a buttercup, there is no question about love and the sun. There is no decision to be made. From the beginning as a seed, a buttercup knows the gift of love and basks in it. A buttercup knows that she is the golden sun she thrives on.
Gloria had no idea that she would be writing down even the word buttercup, yet what can she do but write down what she hears in these special moments she takes dictation from Me?
Heavenletters take their own course. They are not predicted. There is no expectation. There are no rules of what they have to be or must not be. Anything goes. No limitation, beloveds.
This is how to live life. No limitation, no judgment. This is innocence, beloveds.
At the same time, I am a predictable God in that you can know I love without degrees or centimeters of love. I love. I simply love. Yet what My love will look like, what form it will take, what stories I am going to tell, what express direction I take, you do not know ahead of time. That I love you can know with certainty.
That you will accept My love is not always certain. I am certain that you have My love, for I gave it to you for keeps.
Life is uncertain. My love is utterly certain. Anything goes in life, yet My love is staunch.
No one has to believe in My love in order to have it. You already have it. What you believe and what you don't believe have their value, yet, at the same time, your beliefs are beside the point.
The point is you are loved by the Greatest Lover of All. Therefore, the possibility for you to trust exists. Love and trust form a certain partnership.
Every buttercup and I have full confidence in each other. There is no big to-do. The buttercup trusts in the sun, and the buttercup trusts in the rain. And when the buttercup wilts, it trusts still. Buttercups are singularly one-pointed. They serve to the fullest. They are what they are, and they know who they are and Who placed them in that little spot on Earth on which they thrive.
May you take a leaf from the book of a buttercup and look up at the sun and always know that, even in the rain, you are unfailingly homeward bound and unfailing bound to be greeted by the God of Love Who loves all and has a way of loving you in particular.