I like you. My heart likes you. I like to think of you. I like to see you. I like to be near you. I like you near Me. I like, I like, I like. When you mold clay, you like what you make. You adore it. It is yours to adore. And so I adore you. I gain great joy from you. You are My joy. You are My pride and joy.
You are alive on Earth, aren’t you? You have come on the scene. You find yourself in a play, and you don’t know your lines. You’re not even always sure what part you are supposed to play and what you are meant to be doing. And so you ad lib, and sometimes you fake it. What you do know very well is who you are and all that. Nevertheless, much of the time you are bluffing. You find your role as you stumble on to it. And then, sometimes, you change roles. You develop your character. You discover your character. Continue reading