How beloved I, God, am.
I, God of My Beloved One, how loved and loving am I. I reach into your heart, and I warm your heart in My heart. I blow on your heart gently and then place your heart back as I would put a baby in its cradle. Your heart is at home with Me, and your heart feels treasured as it is meant to feel. Your heart is meant to recognize itself as a treasure, a kind of communication point between Heaven and Earth until, in your awareness, that there is no distance or difference between the two just as there is no real difference between your heart and Mine.
There has been a fine mix-up of Our hearts. Your heart is Mine. Mine is yours. The difference is in point of view. The difference is in vantage point. The heart is made of feelings, yes, and yet much more. Your heart is like an over-soul. The physicality is one thing. The essence and clarity of your heart are ever so much more.
Unclothed, unstraightened, your heart is a vast calling-card that you leave everywhere so that it is available to be picked up by everyone in passing. You do not keep your heart so much in reserve. You allow it to be observed, noticed, seen.
Your heart does not give a hard-sell, naturally. It is more that your heart is an offering. No one has to drown in your love. It isn’t exactly that you give your heart away free. Yes, you don’t charge for it, yet your heart is sacred and you know its full value. Your heart is not exactly a candy machine. Your heart is aware of its value to everyone, most especially its value to Me.