All the Fantastic Interweaving
Just as the sky is spread out before you, so is the world. There is a panorama of Life in the World, and it is all there before you. Take your pick.
You can look up at the full canopy of the sky. In the same sky above, you can see pretty blue sky with white powder-puff clouds. Look at another part of the sky, and you can see dark clouds in a dark sky. You may think:
Or you might look up at the sky and spot a rainbow, yet, all of this is One Sky, and who can say that only some of God’s Sky is beautiful? If you personally can’t say that thunderclouds are beautiful, can you not say that you are seeing wonders before your eyes? Is a dark sky any less a miracle than a blue clear sky with white embossed clouds?
So is Life, the Life you live, and the Life and Lives you remark on. Remember, I looked at Creation, and I said: “It is good.” I could have said: “This is a fantastic sky. We sure hit the jackpot!”
Oh, the incredible weaving of the world I wove. Everything in place. Every aspect taken care of. Such integration. I could have said: “This is perfect, all the interweaving.”
The same way, a child, admires what his little hands patted together from Play Dough. He looks at what he has made with good feeling. He did well, and Life is good. Look at what he made!
Also say that what you made is good.
No matter what Life offers you, the skies are blue, and the sun is shining -- or the clouds are dark and ominous. You can look for the good in the dark as well. Or there is a drought, and you can be eager for the dark clouds as a sign of rain.
You could rue rain because it interferes with your plans for a picnic. You can make an attempt to rue rain, one of My Blessings. Now you feel a little silly.
When you see portions of Life as catastrophes, you are looking at a small portion of Earth or the Sky. Your personal Life is a part of Life, and it is an important part of Life. You are not just a number. You absolutely do matter, and that is a good reason for you to look for the good and let go of what you seems inconvenient. At a short distance from illusory space and time, you can now see that what appeared as a major storm to you is only a tiny thing.
Alas, you could break your leg and miss out on playing football. You are so disappointed that you don’t even say: “Thank God, this is temporary.”
And, if the break was such that you are left with a limp, you might not allow yourself to get over it.
To become paralyzed is worse. How can you possibly go on like this?
To lose a loved one – how can you go on living without your loved one?
This is how My children weigh Life on the scales of Earth.
Then, perhaps, you are sure that your own impossibly intended death on Earth could be the very worst of all.
Here’s the thing, beloveds, on Earth, there is no worst, and there is no best. All there can be are opinions, and opinions change at the drop of a hat.