You stand upon the threshold of My heart, and now I wave with My arm, beckoning you to come all the way in, saying to you most cordially, "Come in." And you hesitate. It is almost as if you cannot lift your foot over the threshold of My heart. The doorsill of My heart is not even an inch across, and even less in depth, and yet, by some mystery of your mind, you think the entranceway of My heart is a high mountain. Not only do you imagine this little stepover a mountain, you imagine that the peak of this mountain extends across a radius of miles, too high and too far for you to step over. You are afraid you will not make it, and, yet, beloveds, all the while the other side of the threshold is a hair's breadth away.
And, beloveds, if this threshold that you have exaggerated did cover miles, it is not fragile. The threshold of My heart is not fragile. What I always say is: "If you imagine you can't step over the doorsill of My heart, then step onto it anyway."
I will add a trailer to that dictum: "If you imagine you can't step over the doorsill of My heart, then take a running leap onto it."
I will add a third dictum. "Plant your two feet firmly on the sill of My heart."
Beloveds, the entranceway of My heart will hold your weight. It will hold your weight very well. It will not cave in. It will actually buoy you. It might bounce you. If Heaven had a roof, you might bounce so high that the top of your head would break through the imagined roof.
Let Us go back again as if this were a scene in a movie. You stand upon the threshold of My heart, and you hesitate to step across. You might find that in taking one hesitant step, you will have passed the threshold of your mind. You might find that you have stepped into the center of My heart, as if you hopped in to a fun tub in My heart, as if you had always been there, having a wonderful time. And yet there is no "as if" about it. This is a true scene.
Let Us go back again as if this were a scene in a movie. In this movie reel, you can see that I am ready to lift you up and carry you across the threshold the way a groom carries his bride. Yet you are so hesitant that you stand firm before the threshold of My heart with your arms crossed. You stand adamant, as if there were a danger before you or a slip-up of some kind. You are so resistant.
Let us go back again as if this were a scene in a movie. You stand upon the threshold of My heart. You peek in. You see the beauty of Heaven. You gasp at the beauty of it. And then you turn around and tail out of there. You turn your back to the threshold of My heart.
Let us reel the camera again. You stand upon the threshold of My heart. You peek in. You see the beauty of Heaven. You gasp at the beauty of it. You fall on your knees and kiss the opening to My heart as if it were the hem of a gown, and you say, "God, I am here."
And I say, "Come in."
I lift you up to a standing position. I hold your hand. And you walk across the open doorway of My heart and find yourself already inside having a wonderful time in a tub in My heart.