When you wake up in the morning, turn your heart to joy rather than duty. Better yet, make duty your joy. Let your responsibility for the world be your joy. It is not that you carry the world on your shoulders. Carry it in your heart where I AM. You can believe that I am not a burden. I am the Remover of Burden. I whisk it away. I turn every perceived heaviness into joy. I turn on the light, beloveds, and light is never heavy. I give you My joy. I give you My love. I give them to you to use and use well. I do not loan them to you. I give them to you.

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.

Let Me put words into your mouth. Let Me speak through you. And that is what I do do. I open your mouth. I move your arms and your legs. I open your heart, for I am the Mover of the Universe, and I move you.

You are caught in a maelstrom of My love.

You cannot get out of it. Don't try.

Ask that you hear My thoughts and speak My words.

Ask that you be so filled with My love that every utterance from your mouth is from Me.

Ask that you be so filled with My love that every act from your heart is from Me.

That every painting you make is from Me.

I am your witness.

I am a friendly witness.

I am the Eyes of the Beholder.

And I witness truth.

And you witness Me. Not one among you does not witness Me. You have a sense of Me. You have an idea of Me. Make your idea be a true one. But whatever your idea of Me, you do have an idea of Me.

Make Me your seventh sense.

Call Me a sense of love.

Is not love a sense?

And does not love make sense?

And does not love travel fast?

Love and light travel at the same speed. Actually, love is faster.

You are the eighth wonder of the world. Have you looked?

From My heart to yours, from yours to Mine, and so spins the world you live in. Never mind your mind so much. Our Heart of One is inexplicable. Don't try to figure it out. Understanding isn't the crux of love. Our love that surpasseth understanding is the crux of everything. Love needs no explanation. Love is the master of all. Certainly love is beyond fact, beyond evidence, beyond proof, beyond discussion, beyond display. Talk about love is not love, even though those who talk about love are love themselves.

Love, as you well know, is far more than the sending of cards.

Oh, My beloveds, why does your heart ache? You don't even know why, and yet it aches, as if it were bruised or starving or lost somewhere. Your heart is safe and sound. Your heart is whole right now, only you are looking at only a twinge of it.

Beloved beloveds, you stir My heart. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you stir My heart to great joy.

When you are in competition with one another, you are on a see-saw. Today you're up and tomorrow you're down. If you compare your life to another's, if you compare a moment of yours to another's, you are on a see-saw. Life is not about better or less. It is not about gaining or losing. It is not about winning or not winning.

One wave of love brings another.

One wave of love meets another corresponding wave.

Love waves its hand, and somewhere in the universe, there is a wave back. One wave always means another.

Love never stands still. By its very nature, it must move. It relinquishes itself. It rolls itself over into another wave, splashes itself, and makes it known that all there is in the entire universe is wave after wave of love.

How effortless is love!

How full of effort everything else is! Effort is another way of saying going against the grain. The grain is love.

Sometimes you think you have to put effort into love because your heart is perhaps not open to everyone on the planet. But love is easy. It is not an effort of will or determination. You cannot grit your teeth and love at the same time.

You have somehow exerted great effort not to love. You thought you had to pull the reins on your love, that you couldn't allow yourself to splash everywhere, only in prescribed places, only in certain directed paths, as if your love depended on conditions outside you, as if anything but love is relevant to love.

It is not for you to master love. Love is evidence of the Divine. You do not master the Divine. The Divine is not a possession you have. The Divine is your nature. It is pure love spouting from your heart for the joy of itself. It loves to spill over. It doesn't like to be contained. It doesn't want to be measured, meted out in dribs and drabs. It is the Divine within you that pours out love. Would you dictate to the Divine how much or when and where?

Love is infinite. There is no container big enough. Your mind is like a plug that stops up love. Your mind is thinking and doing and forgets being. Your mind is an arbitrator when, in love, there is no need for arbitration.

When Christ said to love your enemies, he was saying, Love even the figments of your imagination. Your mind made up a story about enemies, and, like genies, they appeared. You thought your negative thoughts existed outside you, but they were your own hens come home to roost.

In the case of Christ, those who injured him were not his enemy. He knew not enemy. But they didn't know who they were, and they had mistaken Christ for something else as well. The fact that there were those who saw Christ as their foe is proof enough that enemy is a made-up thing.

The expression is that you make enemies. Yes, that's true, you make them. You could just as easily make friends.

But what overtures have you made, or what resistances have you boarded your heart with? What have you been unwilling to disband within yourself? What within yourself have you resisted and pasted the responsibility for onto someone else?

To anyone now that you feel resentment toward in your heart, perhaps an apology is in order, and you are the one to make it. Somewhere along the line you have done a great injustice. You thought people were what you saw. You thought they were everything they were wrapped in. You forgot that surface was surface and you forgot the truth it hid. You hid the truth from yourself.

You who are capable of greatness are very capable of forgiveness, and so you must forgive yourself for having hardened your heart of love. It got warped in certain areas, and now it is for you to soothe it back into its original shape.

You have seen parts instead of wholeness.

You have seen parts in others instead of their radiance.

Start over again today. Erase the past. Refresh yourself with new eyes that more closely reflect Mine. What are you waiting for? Oh, no, have you been waiting for the world to change? Don't you know you are the changer of it?

I sent you to show the world how.

The last person you saw — you didn't know who they were. You thought they were the picture you drew of them. How little you knew, and how much more you know now. How much more you will retrieve from life now. And how much more you will give to it and all the souls who wend their way along beside you.