God said:
Have an outcry of Love. No longer echo hardship as a matter of course. Okay, you have a pebble in your shoe. Okay, you have a sliver in your finger. Locate the Heaven you ache for.
I hear this outcry from you over and over again:
"Beloved God, I'm so tired of my heart's aching. There is so much for me to be utterly happy about, yet I'm not. God, how do I remove my angst? Once and for all, can't I be done with heartbreak? Must heartache be the permanent state of my malcontent as if it had been bequeathed to me?"
Beloveds, burst through the angst. There is another way for you to think. If you truly don't want the angst, let go of it. You don't have to keep it. You don't have to keep opening old wounds. It is an old wound that stabs at you. It is an old wound that tells you: "You are being left out of the party."
There was something that was supposed to be yours, and it was given to someone else. You were overlooked -- again. You find yourself in a tizzy of being overlooked, as if being overlooked were the worst thing that could happen to you. Yet somehow, you are the one who overlooks yourself.
It is sort of like tearing your own heart out. How many times and variant ways can you snip at your own heart when you could be giving your heart happiness? When you are so fussy, it's hard to be happy. You make yourself displeased. It is you who does not treat yourself well, for then, why wouldn't you bequeath yourself happiness in an everyday tempo?