You are the eighth wonder of the world. Have you looked? You are not noted in the books, yet you are the wondrous of the wondrous. You are the first wonder. It is My creation of you that brightens My eyes and My heart. Don't misunderstand Me, I love every bit of My creation, yet it is you who have most of My attention. I ask Myself every day, "How is My John or Jane doing today?" And I look over the Universe and pick you up in My arms and look into your eyes to see how you are doing. Of course, I know how you are doing. I look into your eyes to see how you think you are doing. "What mood is My favored child in?" All are My favored. As a matter of fact, all I have to do is to look in your eyes, and I know how everyone is doing today. In your eyes, all is seen.
What you think and what is are often two different things. And so I plant seeds of suggestion here and there so you will wake up to your magnificence. Do you not think I am magnificent? Then, how, how can you think of yourself as less? Perhaps you think of yourself as only a piece of driftwood on the beach.
It is not your ego that I try to fatten. Ego is such a contradiction. It can't make up its mind whether to endow you or to chop you down. Ego is a fly-by-night interloper, but you, you, My beloved, are the real thing. And I am the Real Thing. And yet you tend to believe ego more than you believe Me. This is a conundrum. And this is the most unrealistic thing I have ever seen. A tale told by a madman who makes much of little, and to him you listen with full attention while what I say may fall on deaf ears. It has gotten so you don't know what is ego and what is real. Is this not amazing?
It is amazing how far from the tree the acorn has imagined it has fallen! The tree did not throw the acorn away. It did not abandon the acorn. The acorn falls to Earth in a very small radius, and calls itself of unknown origin flung from the heights of Heaven as if it were a throwaway.
Oh, beloveds, gossamer threads of love keep the acorn connected to and in tune with the Mother Tree of My heart.
What can I say to give Our love a hearing, a chance, a recognition? Recognize My love for you, and then doubt flies out the window, and love is in the bag.
How much love can a God give when all He is is love? How much love can a child of God receive when he knows the Generator of himself? How much love does it take to make the sun shine, rivers flow, and grass to grow? How much love does it take to brighten you and awaken your heart to the Truth of yourself? All the love in Heaven has been given to you, and it is yours to do with as you will.
I will you to notice this great love, to accept it, and give it away. I gave you love long ago, long before memory, long before Creation, and it has been yours ever since, and yours to rotate upon the face of the Earth. My love was given to you to give away. My love has been stirring your heart and the world ever since. Where is My love? It is in you. Where are you? You are in My heart. Love is what I made of you, and love is the making of you. You are made of love. Do you hear Me today?