The Gift You Give
Every person who reads Heavenletters regularly is seeking Me. There are no two ways about it. You may give many reasons. You may say you want enlightenment. You may say you want better relationships. You may say you want greater abundance in every area of life, wealth, health, riches of all kinds. You may say that you want more of what I offer, but what you really want is more of Me, for I am irresistible.
You may think you want recognition from Me, deeply for itself, and also as a feather in your cap. My recognition is something you think I give to you. You think it is a bonus I bestow. Perhaps you hold out your palm and wait for Me to press a coin there.
You may think that reading Heavenletters is reading words. Then you don't know the power of truth and all you need to learn. You may think My words are mild, a filler, perhaps an after-dinner mint type of thing or a tiny sip of tea because you think you know what you want and think you already know what I have to say. You think it is no big deal, your eyes passing over a few words. You may think you don't really need My words, that they are just an aside. After all, they are not fireworks or flaming swords. They aren't all the excitement you think you want. And you still think you are here to gain. You are shopping, and the shining wares you lust after may not be featured.
You may be looking for a shot that will instantly cure you of all your maladies. You may still think you are here getting acquainted with Me because you wish to gain, but you want much more than all the things you say you want, and your heart aches.
You may feel you have great lacks at the same time as you feel you don't need anything. You think you are open but why, then, do you perhaps resist what disagrees with what you already think you know?
What you really want is not to gain from Me. You have it backwards. What you really want is to give to Me.
How your heart would flow love then! Imagine how you would feel appearing before Me, bearing gifts. How would you feel as you walk up to Me, you, a purveyor of happiness desiring to be a giver to Me? How would you look into My eyes then?
But what is it you possibly have to give Me? All this time you thought you wanted something from Me, and now I tell you that what you really want is to give Me something.
When you love, you want to give, is that not true? You bake cookies or buy a ring. But what do you have to offer Me to cherish?
Your heart and yourself, of course, but how do you do that? In what form would it be? How do you express your great love?
What you really want is to serve Me, which is to say to serve the highest in you. Service to Me is not what you may have thought, for you have been hesitant about what I might ask of you. How you serve Me is to follow My Will. My Will is not something imposed on you. My Will is the gift I give to you.
And now you serve Me with My Will. Give Me your highest self as a gift, not as a debt, but as a gift. Service to Me is joy, and joy is what I ask of you, and joy is what you have to give.