I, God, do not have to read the Heavenletter forum to know what it is said there. I do not have to see it to know its power, your power. I know its level and how it vibrates. Twang, twang, go the heartbeats. I feel the breath of all who post their hearts and consciousness there. I bless you all. Of course, I feel the breath of all who do not post. But today I focus on those who speak My love out loud.

You have a focus of love, and you spread your love around. You put it out there. Love is what you are posting, whether you know it or not.

And when you read the comments, you are reading love. Long live love.

My love is everywhere, yes, and yet it is more evident in some places than it is in other places.

We don't have to call love love. It is not love in fashion, as it were. It is normal natural caring. It is not a production. It is a natural event. Just as flowers bloom, so do you, and I recommend that you bloom where you can be seen.

Flowers do not hide their blooming under a barrel. Flowers look up at the sun. They absorb the sun. They even turn their faces to the sun. And so, you, My beloveds, turn your divine faces to the sun. You breathe in love right and left, and you breathe love out right and left and up and down and every which way, for true love is not one-directional. Or, We could say that love is One-Directional, and that is to say in the direction of Me.

Be glad you love Me, and be glad to say so. What wonderful three words. "I love God."

You declare: "I love God with all my heart. And now I am also learning to love God's Creation. I pour out my heart to God, and I pour it out to the world. I no longer keep to myself. For what reason would I keep to myself? For what reason would I keep my love for God to myself. Hey, I will stand up on the rafters and speak my heart of God. I will stand up on the roof and play the fiddle of my love for God. I hear myself speak, and I learn from what I hear myself say. I write my words on the forum, and I let the winds take my words where they will. I am the breath of God, and I breathe. I also inhale and exhale my thoughts. I breathe for all.

"To God, I am not a tiny dot in the world. To God, I am His Voice. I speak for Him. I declare Him. My voice may be weak, but not God's Voice. His Voice may be still, oh, so quiet, yet it is heard in the wilderness. Everyone must hear God for himself, and yet I add my voice to the choir of love that sings out God's heart.

"The choir says: 'God loves. He loves me. He loves you. God loves. He loves every bird that sings, and every lion's roar. And God loves me. If He loves me, it goes without saying that He loves you too. And yet I want to say that God loves you. So I will say it. God loves you. God loves you, and God loves me. God loves us as One, and He loves us as individuals together. God ignites the sparks of our love, yours and mine, and yet all love is God's. Hear me sing, O God, hear me sing.'"