This lesson brings me back to something both simple and easily forgotten: happiness and love are not separate.

“God being Love is also happiness” reminds me that joy does not come from what I arrange in the world, but from what I allow within myself. When I withhold love—through judgment, fear, or distance—I feel the loss as a quiet absence of peace.

“I seek but what belongs to me in truth” gently corrects the search itself. I am not looking for love out there, in the right person or moment. I am remembering that love is already my inheritance.

Together, these ideas shift everything.
If love is what I am, then happiness is not something I earn—it is something I uncover.

Today becomes a soft practice:
to notice where I close,
to choose again,
and to let love extend—simply, quietly, without condition.

And in that, something returns.