You are miracle. You do not always know what a beautiful being you are. Is it not a miracle that apples grow from a mere tree? That from a mere seed a tomato comes? Is it not all miracle, My beloveds. You are no less than an apple core or a tomato seed. Such greatness resides in you.

No matter how lowly-appearing, how insignificant-appearing, you and everyone else are seeds of magnificence. You are My seed.

You are overwhelmingly powerful. A glance from you can shrink or nurture. You can shrink a flower or you can help it blossom. You can make a child happy or unhappy. Have you not?

You can enrich or deprive. You can clear the skies or you can make a storm. There is not anything you cannot do except not make a difference. One way or another, you make a difference.

The difference you make is appreciable, or you would not be here.

Everything is more than you think. Even your greatest thoughts have heights to rise to. Your thoughts cannot rise too high. Let not your thoughts lie fallow. Lift your thoughts to engender splendid overt greatness in the world. Were you not given this world to roust it and raise it high?

Not only do apples grow from trees, there are many kinds of apples and many kinds of trees, and all serve My purpose. Yet apple is apple, and tree is tree. No apple is greater than another, nor is any tree. Sweet or tart, all apples are My beloved.

Surely My children are not in a different category. Regardless of shape or size or rosiness or sweetness, every child on earth is Mine and My beloved and My importance. Every child is Mine. Child is child as apple is apple.

No apple thinks less of itself, not for any reason. Perhaps apples know more than you. An apple picked loves itself. An apple unpicked loves itself. Apples are neutral. They do not feel favored nor unfavored. They beam in their appleness.

An apple serves. It shines in the sun. And when it is picked or dropped to the ground, it is still apple. On a tree or packed in a box, it is still apple. If it is made into cider, it is still apple. Glad to serve, eaten or uneaten, apple retains its identity. It serves you, and it serves Me.

You, who are not inferior nor superior to anything, may give yourself less value than an apple gives itself. Beloveds, be respectful of apples and be respectful of yourself.

Disregard yourself no longer. No longer chastise yourself for being a Human being. Human beings dig in the dirt, and they brighten the stars. They laugh and they cry. They bless and they curse. They fall from trees and they are sorted and assorted. But they are always Human beings, and Human beings are God-beings.

This is what you must remember. Be loyal to Me in this way: Suspect your greatness. Have an inkling of it. You might as well. To what avail is there for you to do otherwise?

Nothing in the world can make you greater than you are. And nothing can diminish your greatness. Only you can diminish your greatness in your own eyes.

No longer can you do that, for now you know Whose you are.