Everything up to this moment, up to this instant, has been to prepare yourself to serve.

It was preparing you to live this life, this season, that's unfolding, that's spreading out,

blooming in front of you.

You could feel it, you've been filling it, coming.

Approaching you, you approaching it,

synchronicity, so many of them. Time, shortening, collapsing, merging. It's not. It never was.

You were always this and you will always be this. You're just now recognizing yourself as the one watching the character who has healed,

who has worked so hard to be this version of itself.

And they still backslide.

They still pop off.

They crash out.

They feel disappointed in themselves often. They don't see their own growth. But you stand without legs, without feet. You love without a heart.

You're helping without hands. What you pray, without words, without a desire of your own, no desire, nothing's lacking.

There's only wholeness.

There's only love.

And love reflects itself.

Everything is becoming an image of you.

Everything will serve to support and uplift the character now.

This is the highest.

Don't blink.

I love you.