Where You Have Walked

God said:

If you felt that you were truly the apple of My eye, how would you be different? What would be hard for you then when you knew deep in your heart My inestimable love for you? What could stop you? What, in that case, could claim you other than My love?

Your step would be lighter, your posture changed. Your complexion would glow. Your eyes would shine. Nothing could take your smile away for you would know, once and for all, how much you are loved, how much you mean to Me and occupy Me. I keep you in My pocket as a unique gem I treasure. I keep taking you out to look at and adore. I do not stop thinking of you for one moment.

That you stop thinking of Me is well-established. But you can keep only one thought in your head at a time. So the thing to do is to just take a few moments to start out with your knowledge of My love placed in your heart. The act of remembrance of My love for you will straighten your tie and give you more than enough energy to set forth into the arena of life today.

The arena of life is like an artist's painting. There are many in it, room for all, for everyone. The arena you enter today is a scene. You engage there. Many pass one another as in a dance, and many stop to look, and look into your eyes. Meet their eyes. You are not strangers. You are engaged in a scene of love today. You are part of the panorama of life. You are a player in it.

If you had only this one moment and this one scene, you would know it for the treasure that it is. You would not dismiss it and wish for another. You would hold it deep in your heart, and you would participate, and you would love your participation. Up hill or down dale, you would sweep across this scene of life like a soul destined to share it. You don't really want to be the only one in the scene. You do not want a posed portrait. You want to leap across the page of the landscape and leave an imprint.

The title of your painting is: "Love Is Here" or "Love Passes This Way."

Then in smaller print, it says: "The love emboldened here never left. It remains here still. It lasts and lasts beyond count. That love passed this way means that everyone is to see it, for all the love in the world is shared. That love was left here does not mean there was a lack of it or that it needed to be left for you. You, too, have enough love for all. The love left in the wake of this painting is a talisman of your love. It is a light reminder that love is what you have and love is what you are. The love was left here like morning dew so you would recognize that love is all there is, and love is all you can bequeath. Let your love be left without ceremony. Let it be left in all the corners to sparkle as a reminder that you passed this way.

"And then you, too, will be the reminder of love when others pass this way. Enough strokes of love on this painting, and all will know the depths of God's full pocket of love, and all will reach in, and all will dispense it for the simple joy of it. Only love is, and only love will be recognized, and only love will be known because you walked here."

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Love Is Here

Enough strokes of love on this painting, and all will know the depths of God's full pocket of love, and all will reach in, and all will dispense it for the simple joy of it.

You, too, have enough love for all.