How can I not be pleased with you? I see well.
It is you who is not pleased with yourself.
It is you who finds fault, not I.
If you did not find fault, you would not make fault.
Let go of fault, and you will be more of what you are.
Oh, the glance of fault — let it go! The superiority of fault. No less superior is the fault you find in yourself — let it go! Enough faultfinding! It leads you nowhere.
Be a joy-finder. Be pleased. Be pleased.
Laugh at yourself a lot.
But do not mock yourself.
Make yourself true.
I am a beautiful God. And you are My beautiful child. See beauty, and you will see Me, and you will see yourself.
Your vision has been skewed.
You know those pictures where at first you see the outline of something, and that is all you see? When you keep looking, you start to see the space around the outline, and an entirely other picture appears. From the same color and distribution on the page comes an entirely different view. And that is what you are learning to do now, to see another picture that is already there. This is how to expand your vision.
It is a common thing, My presence in your life. Your discovery of Me in your life is rarely, if ever, a great illumination. I am the Great Illuminator, but your discovery of My light, your dawning awareness of it is not earthshaking. You notice Me more as an afterthought. Your recognition is more, "Oh, so that's You." Not, "I am illuminated! I am changed! I am catapulted into Heaven. Hallelujah! I appear before God. I am partaking of a remarkable event. Amazement is mine!"
You appear before God in your own clothes.
Although time is not, there is a moment that comes when the Sun peeks its head up over the horizon. The Sun lifts up its shoulders at its inception over the crest of the earth. It is a steady motion, the Sun beginning its day on your side of the earth.
Of course, it is the earth that is rolling to the Sun.
You could say that the earth is the puppy that rolls over to be petted by the Sun.
The rolling over is surrender.
Do you think I flatter you when I exclaim that you are My marvelous light? Do you think there is something I am looking to gain from you for Myself? Do you think I am looking for fans so that I may be fanned by large numbers? Do you think I ooh and ah over the numbers, as if you were the till at the end of the business day? Do you think I am looking for you to be an admirer, a devotee perhaps, or a toady? Do you think I need strokes from you, or some kind of daily pittance to appease Me? Do you think I want you to throw Me a few bones to escape My wrath?